Sunday, May 4, 2014

A sonnet for early May


"mercy's mist"

When distant memories become a brief
adjacency, the repercussions con-
jure echoes of when past decisions' grief
installed necessities that fed upon
uncertainties and fostered ever more
futilities -- both pain and pang that still
lie parallel to love and longing's store
of unrequitedness, which I know will
stay ever sweet as slights of truly stark
realities shall fade in mercy's mist.
And though I once felt wronged, lit now by spark
of recollection all my cries are missed,
replaced by gladness that I once became
the pillared candle of our passion's flame. 


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