A New Sonnet: Cross of Lorraine

Cross of Lorraine

I wanted down the cotton pine below.
It seemed the dream was calling from their root.
I had escaped the cocktail party show:
The empty voices blocking nature’s tune.

The recent summons in the field of time:
Our river’s bridge was rotting but still there.
Perhaps it was just merely warmth from wine,
I melted down that rickety old stair.

I wondered would your eyes still have that glow
If I could somehow reach across our lives;
And swim the river down our muddy soul
Where love forever dances in the night?

Our little eyes that swim the river’s floor:
Their secret depths open new love’s door.

© 2013 Stephen Pickering

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I swim the river wide
Hoping to find you inside
This new life.

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