Sonnet for a friend
When being
passes into memory
and living moments breathe no more, there is
some essence time can not erase from me.
The monument to fading ”now” is this -
you were the morning; caressing sunrise
on this sad sailor shipwrecked on your shore.
There was a tender healing in your eyes;
you sheltered me. What I had been before
lost meaning. And in the space that was my
soul – that hollow, empty, longing distance -
you wrote your name and drew me deeper by
your reckless grace. Conquered my resistance.
Then when I asked you how to own this love
you smiled at me and said “this is enough”
and living moments breathe no more, there is
some essence time can not erase from me.
The monument to fading ”now” is this -
you were the morning; caressing sunrise
on this sad sailor shipwrecked on your shore.
There was a tender healing in your eyes;
you sheltered me. What I had been before
lost meaning. And in the space that was my
soul – that hollow, empty, longing distance -
you wrote your name and drew me deeper by
your reckless grace. Conquered my resistance.
Then when I asked you how to own this love
you smiled at me and said “this is enough”
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