Wild eyes: a Petrarchan sonnet

By Skye Shae Bonati

Circa 2011

A problem of love had escaped the night;

Misfortune and pain were holding us tight.

Oh, castles and star-gazer nights we had,

But pleasure of time was driving us mad.

The concept of love eluded us then;

We built of sand for the castles of men.

And the waves came crashing, pounding, dashing--

To be sure, we incurred quite a lashing.

Almost letting go we held to our past,

Hoping to find something more that would last.

And finding naught but dust on a paper,

It forced us to meet each other’s wild eyes.

We clung to that gaze and to our surprise

A love made of steel arose from vapor.

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