A Sonnet to Two PhotographsHer eyes embrace the lights that dress each one
with rings of blue or gray to frame two skies so black but for the stars that speak of fun and call to me as though my heart could rise and beat along with hers to share her joy in times now past, yet not from sight concealed, to sit and spin within a magic toy, orange in fact, a mystery revealed. I'd join that thief who saves the moments lost and yet his work of art is but a lie, the days still flow, I tally up the cost in years unkept and ache to make one mine. I pray someday she might just look at me her soul alight, and she would happy be. + By John Rieping |
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