On Love (A Crown Of Sonnets)

                          1

Of what is passing here but time, so time
Is ticking, ticking, ticking, though I live,
In finer style than before, I will to give
My passions still so wildly drift to chime
In bells, so ringing, ringing, ringing fine.
I cherish days and nights, to now relive
The sounds of joy my life has seen outlive,
my soul and here I know my mortal wine.

The steps of Saint Joesph's I held in care
Descending with my bride to waiting friends,
It was my happy life so long ago,
And seems to wait, a love of life so rare
About the home are flowers lush in blends,
To stave off moods of woven darker woe.

                         2                         

To stave off moods of woven darker woe
I sip a coffee brew and think of love,
It comes in flashes here to mind and shove
The darker dreams in flight, my spirits glow.
I seem to see a nicer way and know
It thrives on thoughts of tender warmth above,
So quiet now I wait and hear a dove
As light inside my soul, my hearts tableau.

My dreams are what I have so rent by mead,
It flows solvent in airy whims of fate,
In time, my soul so drinks of heavens light
So love, my love, as soon the path will lead
To home, to life and tender hearts of late
I lay my thoughts as wreathes, in sound delight.

                           3

I lay my thoughts as wreathes, in sound delight
As winter touches near my heart, I see
The boy I once had been, in solid glee
As days are short, I long for warmth and light,
So here my hearth in warming glows invite
A quiet soul to share the time, my key,
My life, my tender loving wife, my plea
To cast off darker plagues of soul tonight!

Yet, love is love and mine will brew for you
A tenderness of heart, a beacon gleams
In darken groves of trees in painted rows,
Be still the dream, a stream of light I drew
We dance by lights enfolding loving beams,
To draw on grace, a feeling surely glows.

                             4 

To draw on grace, a feeling surely grows
In joy and laughter, hearts will beat as one,
As you I see along the path we run
Before I sleep, and when I wake, I know
In tender ways, the years begin to sow,
But though I grey, in age my line has none
So when you dance in winds, my hearts undone,
My love, my sweetest rose, in wreaths of clothes.

So here I show my thoughts of love to keep
The dark at bay, as light the feeling warms,
My lantern glows amid the snowy downs
And cheers us long and timeless years of sleep,
As storms are weathered here, we know the norms
So still we form the bonds of timeless crowns. 

                          5

So still we form the bonds of timeless crowns
Away the show, alight by mortal dawn,
I am but yours, and yours alone so drawn
Of you, I see your flowing tress and gowns,
My dreams of you in these will chance the rounds.
Remember days of youth in art redrawn
We hold the light of joy, in each a fawn,
So cast in marble stands the soul of sounds.

Yet, still I speak my heart on love and life
Enchanting forms of feelings I bestow,
I speak of her as love, my darling wife
My soul in love, my heart is all I know.
A music plays in through the trees of strife
We dance in groves of hushing sweet willow.

                         6

We dance in groves of hushing sweet willow
By breezes swiftly sweeping past us clear,
As snowy drifts enshrouding sweetly near
In warm embrace, we keep a tender glow.
My deepest wish, a dream of you, I know
Has drawn out long, a train of years and years,
As there began a life, so thread the gears
And thrust the pedal down, a pace below.

As thoughts of you so lace my mortal mind
Recalling dreams I knew along the path,
In you, I see the honest love and want.
A tender thrill of time so here refined
As models drawn by art, we draw a bath
We soak the many nights, of old Vermont.

                       7

We soak the many nights, of old Vermont
The cottage life we have and sweet relief,
As love, so heals the wounds and steals the grief.
My life is here complete, I have no want
In passions breathe the winds of starker fonts
I hold in you desire of high belief
And sate my thirsting mind along the reef,
The sails of barks at sea adrift in want.

As hand in hand we have each single day
To drift eternal tides of graceful time,
Of days, of nights we have enough to share
In you, my love has known no bounds to say
and pausing here by scenes of snow sublime,
I know no other soul, as love is rare.