Sonnet - poem 5 (abroad, at sea)
The lake that was once a pond to us is
Opening the sweet flowers of its earth
Mirror ripples reflect one face as us
And rivulets to my core fire their growth
You melt away, soft as a river flows
Tears well, then flood, teeter close to their source
They multiply your eyes, that squint and close
As you turn your head, smile softly and go
But will we hold each other here again
Or walk as friends to the home of our bond?
Ev'ry word exchanged a drop of sweet poison
And our shrinking lake forever a pond?
Should not flowers grow with stems entwined?
So heartsick am I of the compromise.