Sonnet Iii

Shall I fear for days to pass, of friendship’s blues? Though nothing stays the same, hardly we fought Or; ephemeral will change its meaning; ample thought Unless for fate to be behaving in idleness or let loose Imagine a song without a melody; or a note Imagine a tree; not even a single leaf in its vine, clings Or a nightingale lost its grace, stillness brings Withered not, faltered not, days I sought With thy things and words to stay believing In my belief melody matters, ere things left untold No things run dry or feelings unfold Groom as if it’s you, and keep it striving I shall neither fear nor forget some mirthless stories I shall keep the meaning, the laughs and few memories