Sonnet #10: Solstice and Equinox

A summer love lives on within my heart,
Sustained by thoughts, renewed by every word.
Although our hands, our lips, are far apart,
Can touch so rarely... have you never heard
The love-songs that I whisper out to you
In hopes that they will reach you in the night
To fill your dreams with peace? (You surely knew
Who sent them.) Nonetheless, I wish I might
Be there with you in body as in mind,
For though my love dwells not in trifles such
As mere proximity—I often find
Myself reliving memories of your touch
And longing to be held again. I pray
That someday I may come to you to stay.

February 9, 1987

Copyright ©1987, 1999 by Erica Schultz Yakovetz. All rights reserved.
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