poetry, Writing

Sonnet II — For My Friend

© copyright 2000 Karen Vertigan

When lost in moments of deep silent thought
I conjure up dreams that Time has erased 
And remember all the angry words wrought
By my witch’s heart in torment encased.

White water rapids are green eyes blue 
For precious friends hidden deeply inside 
And weep anew with each tender new clue 
Time old, but recalled, still wanting to hide.

A heavy grief felt for those not forgiven 
And heavier still, their innocence abounds. 
In thought revived, reminded, and enlivened 
And my mind and soul, the anguish surrounds.

But for a while, I think on you, dear friend      
All losses restored and all sorrows end.

Photo by Anthony Tran on Unsplash

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