Wednesday, January 25, 2012

sonnet forty two

and as we come to this crossroad,
this threshold, this defining instant,
do we cry, crumble, dissipate?
take my hand and let me show you

that my faith is your fortress,
your love my repose,
your heartbeat the breath
that keeps me alive,

your resolve as infinite as
the sunset, hold on to me
though i am fallible,

let us seek the onset and end
of roads together, and find the
clarity we have always known - us.

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