Two Boats of Life, One Single Oar

Away or home they slept beneath one roof, And mingling breath in dreams were mighty pleased, Fond memories dissolved in sweat released, The rhythm of their breath a red hot proof That each hour s-t-r-e-t-c-h-e-d like life lived on same page, Yet, days spent lived apart looked like long years, And a mere day’s dearth felt like entire age To look as if their life ran in low gears. And yet, a lot they travelled and alone, And oft drifted apart in their own boat— Two bodies but a single soul afloat, Each hoping to moor side by side and prone— And wanting none more than their boats to ply In sustained buoy O rocking gently by. ______________________________________________________ Sonnets | 06.12.08 |