Sonnet 32
May you find me finding you while you turn,
Catching a glimpse of the light left behind,
So I might see shadows from which to learn
The mere surface of the depths of your mind.
Where thoughts are allowed to hover and melt,
Change shapes and moods and find a virgin form,
To shudder with a feeling first time felt
And rest in peace in the eye of the storm.
When the turning begins I will be there,
As you were for me when turning began,
For it is a sight most special and rare
And unfolds as simple as any plan.
May your next turning find me finding you
Finding another way to show what’s true.
by Thomas Elder on Tuesday, March 15, 2011
