Sonnet XLVIII; The Poet

©06-25-23, Olan L. Smith

His guardian angel maddens the elms, 

And cries, "You don't remember our vow."   

She's not incarnate she's the very prow,    

Alinda visits immortals' endless realms. 

He's feral, thousands times hereinabove,   

It's special, this closeness felt and wrought,   

Their steel is harden, eternal blend; not     

Chance, and he is deeply, vastly, in love. 

They share eternity, his lives before this earth,  

And closure comes. Time unravels the hymns;

His partner takes his soul, departs this berth.

They're fragile memories, morsels and whims. 

     A god's inspiration, an endlessness 

     Is everlasting, immortal deathlessness.