Sonnet for a Valentine's Single
Distance pains; separation brings a thorn
That lingers ere two souls remain apart.
The silent longing, our perdition, borne
In every quiet moment of the heart.
Deny the gulf, and shut that gap with fire;
The absence, for a moment, disappears.
But as mere ash is left when ends the pyre,
Too hasty an embrace leaves only tears.
To be human is to sense that expanse;
But pain is beauty’s brother in the rift;
Haste, in truth, is opponent of romance.
The void is darkness and illumined gift:
Transcendent over all of passion’s burning,
Friendship, laced with touch of august yearning.
(Happy Valentine's Day to all the single ladies -- and gentlemen. Peace.)
That lingers ere two souls remain apart.
The silent longing, our perdition, borne
In every quiet moment of the heart.
Deny the gulf, and shut that gap with fire;
The absence, for a moment, disappears.
But as mere ash is left when ends the pyre,
Too hasty an embrace leaves only tears.
To be human is to sense that expanse;
But pain is beauty’s brother in the rift;
Haste, in truth, is opponent of romance.
The void is darkness and illumined gift:
Transcendent over all of passion’s burning,
Friendship, laced with touch of august yearning.
(Happy Valentine's Day to all the single ladies -- and gentlemen. Peace.)