Worth A Sonnet
There is no east without west, and a sun setting.
The gleam on distant windows can shut our eyes.
Beautiful in a way, like remembering forgetting
revives what was brighter, once. And no lies
without truth in their wake. No give without getting.
But a child recites the alphabet knowing it ends.
This we call knowledge when it is everything but.
A boundary on possibilities. What transcends
all speech and language is love - knowing what
it takes to receive the reciprocal of what one sends.
We failed at this, dear, and to both, our dismay.
Let me use a few letters. Imagine you hearing me say
now that evening has come, and no window is bright -
You deserve fourteen lines that I never could write.
-- © Ciprianowords, Inc. 2013 --