Sonnet

We live in beauty, like a summer star.
Whatever darkness there may be,
The light it holds cannot enflame or char
If seen by ships across the sea.
A shaded life was what I owned before
The day in June, when some old fox
Alighted near and brought my gaze to shore:
A sea of green approached its locks...

The dress of powder blue you wore that day,
Curtained with locks of dusty blonde -
A beach on which I longed to bathe away
The cares of Death's eternal bond...

Under a tree, six thousand summers old,
We met, and walked inside the star.