Sonnets

written for competition never entered

One:
How like the stellar story seems our love;
The protostellar cloud of dust and gas
Turns burning fire, to banish empty void,
Becomes a mellow fine main-sequence star,
As nascent soul coalesces into life
Illuminates a world that's drakness else.
And, like our loves disintegrate or die,
Stay smoldering or pale away to naught;
A sun bloats wide, takes on a ruddy hue
Or late turns white, a dwarf now of itself,
Lest it collapses ever on itself
Becomes too dense for light or love's escape.
Through solar furnace, light and heat, comes life
Whilst life's true aspiration is to love.


Two:
Dwell not upon the cause of loves demise
Nor waste long hours in fruitless idle breath
In seeking out the cause of all those lies
Eschewing life and wishing only death.
You dared to open wide your trusting heart
And braved the world's derision at your feat.
When sophistry or cynics can impart
Love's awesome incredulity replete,
Then and only then will I give credence
To life that's not of loving first and last.
Yours is the triumph over all impedance
Yours the colours nailed bravely to te mast.
Sweet tortured soul of freshly broken heart,
Pain will but temper, stronger love impart.