That Sweetest of Earth's Treasures Can Thus Flee

That Sweetest Of Earth's Treasures Can Thus Flee Ridiculous, that love can become a curse, irrational, enigma to behold that sweetest of earth's treasures can thus flee for humanity what else can be worse a dear life into slavery thus sold, with death of our precious love- you and me! Sun, Sky and Nature all can see that affront Inexplicable, narrative sadly told to find then lose, inked as poetic verse man, a blade too oft bent, broken or blunt doomed into darkness, and blindly sold, heading to destruction, full speed- no reverse! That sweetest of earth's treasures can thus flee. With death of our precious love- you and me! Robert J. Lindley, 4-03-2021 Sonnet ( With All Candles Burnt, Dark Of Night Then Prevails) ******* Woeful Cries From A Cavern Dark And Deep Hungry winds, that lash to whip up desire horrid- state of loss, feeling all alone forgotten, flames of great funeral pyres those altars carved from unwilling stone. Youth's folly, innocence, its childlike mirth life wandering through unforgiving sea lust and greed, far, far greater than earth's girth fruits thus harvested from a poison tree. Vanity and its allies- mortal fools world- a rock-field to be seeded with pain humanity clawing with its dark tools leaving behind destruction, blacken stains. Red, constant flow of savagely spilt blood Man in blindness wading through epic floods. Robert J. Lindley, 4-04-2021 Sonnet, ( What becomes of the trembling kiss of day )