Sonnet

Send forth your light.
And your truth.
Open my eyes to my inward sight.
Return me to the certainties of my youth.

I stood in our kitchen watching her pottering outside.
Weeding, talking to herself and leaf brushing.
Suddenly resistant to fortune’s tide.
My whole heart was with love bursting.

I am reading Lampedusa’s The Leopard.
How I relate to its mournful regrets at time passing.
To be conservatively inclined is perhaps just to be a mournful retard.
We mourn all that is lost with age advancing.

But one thing need not pass with a little help from above.
And that is love.

Haiku

One thing passes not
With some help from up above
And that is true love