In that blue lake, I wanted to believe -
It's sapphire ripples moulding with your form -
But, oh! to think on how I was deceived,
As lofty lakes are seldom swam in warm.
I dwelled and ran about your rocky shores,
Before I took the final, fateful dive;
If only hearts were built on sturdy floors,
We wouldn't drown while keeping them alive.
In naked depths and one more liquid kiss,
I dragged my lungs to where the air could reach,
But now I choke on that which once was bliss,
And I lie drowning on this barren beach.
Beware the love in which you are marooned;
Beware the mountains and their black lagoons.
Hey Ben, I see you've not lost your touch in writing mind-boggling fantastic sonnets! Sometimes when I read your sonnets about love, I wonder if it's that you experience love on a different, more intense level than the rest of us mere non-sonnet writing mortals; or whether you're just far better at expressing it with your vivid metaphors.
You know I'm a traditionalist and to me, you epitomize 'poetry' in its purest form. Really (really) excellent stuff! :-) x