One of the Deepest Mysteries of Life
One Of The Deepest Mysteries Of Life
If the wistful wind sighs, and I take my last breath
will my mortal soul weep only at this, my death?
Can man live, our existence ever understand
death is natural, its living we must withstand?
If years eat away at eager heart, soul and mind
can true love and moonlight stroll release such a bind?
Shall warm kisses found under bright glistening stars
banish sad memories, remove deepest of scars?
If sent, will blessings renew hope and faithful thought
on the correctness of Love, the kind never bought?
When whispering winds proclaim Life is too cruel
know this, Love is most magnificent of jewels.
If heart and soul can unite to dear romance seek.
Into vagaries of Life and Fate we may peek.
R.J. Lindley,
January 10th, 1974
Sonnet, ( asking why the barnyard rooster crows.)
Note- A sonnet now presented, as was requested..
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