Crimson Waves Flow, As From a Red Rose, From Sonnet Triples

Crimson Waves Flow, As From A Red Rose, (From Sonnet Triples) In Time, its eternally winding winds therein flows a grace not to be denied Earth, Mother Nature, oft man's truest of friends are tears of joy when in purest Love cried! Crimson waves flowing as from a red rose as a brave seeker his true love thus finds she, rare beauty from head to dainty toes loving in return sets Love chains that bind! Together, bonded as romantic pair soon days and nights become one joyous blur she a graceful goddess with Raven hair he handsome prince, sworn to never leave her! Mother Nature, Spring's new to all given weds in bliss, true-love and happy livin'! Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet- Triples, ( From Magnificent Book of Fate and Life ) ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ Eternity, Its Scope, Life Its Great Game Consider the Vessel of Hope, its Flame Eternity, its scope, Life its great game Imagination, fairies dancing, trees Love, sweet romancing, the birds and the bees. Consider the Season, Spring- Life's new rains Sensuality, its breath, birth- its pains Youth, its brevity, Time its flowing winds Passion, deep longings, what future portends. Consider the End, darkness, all thats gone Mere Words, written on slab of cold, hard stone Sorrow and Loss, finality- the Grave Truth and Light, mercy, faith that truly Saves. Consider the Vessel of Hope, its Flame. Eternity, its scope, Life its great game. Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet- Triples, ( From Magnificent Book of Fate and Life ) ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ Alas, Such Is Mystery That Awaits Beneath the rainbow, its treasures so hide for most of life is a great and wild ride yet within dashing days, some loss awaits little is gained, if one too oft tempts Fate. In our daily walks, temptation abides from darken traps, we must close seeking eyes with illuminated truth, search for more dare to sail, land on paradise sweet shores. When adversity, both heart and soul breaks could it be a testing, that our tree shakes shall we, in despair- curse this given life or courage, battle world's usual strife? Alas! Such is mystery that awaits As we but dwell firm, within Hands of Fate. Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet- Triples, ( From Magnificent Book of Fate and Life As Was Once Lived )