Sonnet Beyond Love

Forever in the caverns of my heart Roam spirits of the loves I leave behind. Ever will the echo of their touch Leave patterns of their footsteps in my mind. With nicks from many partings in the past Ever will those cavern walls be lined. Drops of mem'ry build stalagmites of the cast Of actors in my theater of time. Ever have my footsteps shunned the paths That lead to those whose touch have been unkind. Remnants of the folly of my wraths Throw up the rocks where painful pathways wind. Beyond a love is one that shares the pain To clear the rubble from those paths again. *Note how the first eight lines carry a theme and the subtle reversal of theme in the last six lines; an option of sonnets that is little known and all too often ignored.