Sonnet For a Friend

When last the Angels come to take me home I'll pause in sheltered memories I leave and peacefully my mind will surely roam within the quiet calm that they conceive. Your lair and guarded threshold beckoned me, though hidden well behind tradition's door and wrapped within your Mama's wistful pleas, still, couldn't hide the heart I so adored. Much like the fabled Montague of old, I dared the very doorstep where you slept - in kindred sharing laughed with truths you told and gently swept the happy tears you wept. The twilight glows upon what love begets; forever you remain my Capulet ...