Love’s Last Flickering Flame

Is there any soul radiating more Than of a youthful love long holding hands, Vibrant love if not hearts, on unknown shore Of sea that’s life, in search of newer lands? Perhaps, the sight of old man and woman Upon a shore, the tide waiting to die, A lifetime of journey’s end is when nigh, Happy to walk together as they can; The hands are old and gnarled, yet clasping firm, Faces wrinkl’d yet bright and radiant, Hearts beating slow and pulse unsure, infirm, North going still devotion’s gradient! A child’s love, as of youth, can often selfish be, Old love’s a river losing self, embracing sea. ______________________________________________________ Another unusual sonnet, the first four lines, a quatrain, ask a question; and then a Volta happens; all the remaining ten lines seek an answer. The ending couplet is a foot longer. _______________________________________________________ - Sonnets | 09.12.08 |