Sonnet 1

by

Perhaps the love crafted during midnight
Between the eyes of two drifting human
Lustrous under city’s bright neon light
Is bound until eternity to span

Work of fate it is, one does not doubt fate
Humans will meet, roads will cross, lives be changed
Sudden fancy, never early nor late
For it is so spontaneous, not-arranged

But the world is not keen in this fancy
Long term fondness is what they wish to see
Believing that in knowing lies happy
Deeming this as if they could, can foresee

If you find yourself in that sad mis’ry
Remember that from bounds you’re ought be free

january 15, 2014