Triple Sonnet - No. 54

Triple Sonnet (#54)

Twas fate? Or was it karma made me go
To Hoskin’s Meadow on that glor’ous morn,
When dewy grass was warmed by sunshine’s glow,
And love for one so fair was still unborn.

Among the Baby’s Breath and Scarlet Sage,
Where bee and butterfly cavort and play,
As future’s pen begins a brand new page,
To organize a life in disarray.

Beneath the tow’ring oak I pause to rest,
And in its cooling shade I find my peace,
Not knowing that today I will be blessed
By she, who is perfection’s masterpiece.

My eyes drift closed and so I do not see,
As she approaches, unaware of me.

_

She smiles and azure eyes gaze down at me
And, helplessly asleep, I miss that look
Which was ordained to be my destiny,
And fill a life that consequence forsook.

A satin voice caresses sleeping ears.
A touch as soft as clouds on mountain peaks
Awakes my soul and gently calms my fears,
And leaves me feeling blissful, and yet weak.

My fragile heart is buoyed and leaps for joy,
And suddenly my face is flushed and hot.
She instantly transforms me from a boy
Into the man her beauty has begot.

Beneath this solid oak she takes my hand,
Creating thoughts I cannot understand.

_

“Arise,” she says, and takes both hands in hers,
And lifts me up till we are face to face.
Her breath against my lips, the thoughts it stirs
Torment me as I long for her embrace.

Her smile is gone, and yet those eyes seek mine,
And glist’ning lips part gently as they meet.
The feel and taste o’ershadows vintage wine,
An understanding that my world’s complete.

A muffled sigh escapes, soft arms surround,
And squeeze me till we’re touching head to toe.
That simple sigh is such a wond’rous sound,
Completing this unique yet strange tableau.

The thunder rolls, I’m wakened by the rain.
My dream is gone, and only I remain.