Sonnet #11

All of this will conclude too abruptly.
Breaks my heart, too.  I’ve always stayed pure…
innocent and honest.
But it has never been good enough for me.
Here I worry.  On the verge of failure,
My bloodstream forgets my problems.  No dread.
So many memories flowing.  All supreme.
I am experiencing brighter colors.
I feel nothing but dreams and improvement.
Red-purple, blue-green, and black-white-yellow,
I finally feel the right amount of mellow.
Variegated and true.  Light is present, rain or
blue.
Life can feel like a sweet mall carousel.

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