Sonnet #222

Sonnet  #222

Our time is fast at hand

We must approach with care

The time we have to share

When we’ll walk hand in hand

Along the golden sand

We’ll make a lovely pair

Of only life were fair

But things don’t go as planned

Restraint must rule the day

We find our center space

To wait and rule our souls

We keep our love at bay

Till in the proper place

Till then pain takes its toll

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Decisions

Decisions

A fleeting ball of gossamer

Floats precariously on the wind

My soul’s sanity is dependant

On sticking a needle in

I’m no tower of strength

Built so tall and compelling

I’m not a font of love

There is no joy over welling

The line will end with me

Not drift infinite into space

It will never be the right time

The right person or the right place

Hopes are dashed here daily

Don’t come here to have your tears quenched

Truth cleans brighter then cleanser

Lesser emotions must be benched

So gird your loins and enter

Don’t be surprised when I say

I will not lose my center

There, at least, you have no say.

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