A September sonnet: "journey of commitments"

journey of commitments


She looked at me with diff'rent eyes when I
presented my own case to her. I think
she knew my life would change right then, and pry
myself away from what might quickly sink
a speeding ship -- the obstacles of strife
and danger which must be avoided, steered
around and navigated 'til my life
was in the centered channel which appeared
unreachable before I sailed from
my safety harbor to her wind-tossed sea.
And on the waves and crests, as we both come
to shared awareness and bright ecstasy,
I find a simple reason to sustain
her gaze upon my life, and there remain.