Sonnet of Loss and Hope

When Night upon the grass doth sit and chill

The earth with thoughts of grief and frozen death,

When ghosts come forth to haunt and make to kill

The joy we had with sharp and frozen breath.

 

All roads run straight before unto the end.

For down the paths below our mortal dust

All hope is torn and none shall mend,

For living, none can come below the crust.

 

Shall mem’ry pass and love of you forget?

As age and war the Halls of Mandos feed.

Shall time move on as if we’d never met?

As shades, we toss and break as withered reed.

 

But lo! This fleeting fear of mine is vain!

For sure as spring, the King must come again.

 

03.23.17