My Reverie

Wondrous threads of memory

A visage caught in tender gaze

Her lovely face–my reverie

More beauteous with the passing days

Ah such days we stole but time’s the thief

He gives in turn and turning takes away

So granting us a love too brief

We loved and our loving he betrayed!

By means of loving we were made more whole

Each one fully present in the pairing

The poignant ache of parting took its toll

And in the end we were left despairing

But in fullness time mends broken hearts

Memory keeps the best; the rest departs

~e

Shakespearean Sonnet