When reading Cyndi’s wonderful sonnet this poem by John Magee came to mind. John, thinking back on the innocent imaginations of youth and seasons and now, at once, love---ponders life—mortality. At 17, how long ago was youth and innocence, but then war can age one as quickly as Cyndi’s Verity can make one young again. The important thing is to never forget the magic---it is what keeps us young…
Who can forget white lilies in the spring.
The agony of poppies, stabbing corn?
---Do you remember once when I was king,
And you my queen, how on the perfect lawn
We ruled the daisies while we laughed at play?
…And I must live, to see the colours start
To life; when all the world is young in May,
And honeysuckle rushes to the heart…
I will not die while roses laugh in June,
When beauty wanders through slow, secret ways,
And somber winter leaps again to mirth…
Oh! Death comes swift and cold, and all too soon---
And I must live, while sleepy summer days,
And You---and You---are lovely on this earth!