Sonnet 021413

My past life was like a cold lump of clay Forced to caricature, no more no less Numbed and swinish, departed and grey With a fractured heart, slack and lifeless Though I wandered harshly; looking but locked And twice pulled sparing arrows from my chest A true golden beauty leaned in and knocked Some sense into my head; my God I’m blessed I look at my life here and now with you And I find life in bloom all around me A garden of growth filed with soft and new Fruits and flowers beside the Sacred Tree The pieces of my heart, your touch restores And the key to my love, forever yours