All that we thought was lost is merely stars,
Burning brighter still than moon or sun;
But far, so far we cannot call them ours,
Waiting out of reach and never won.
This twilight drives an arrow through my soul,
Clinging to the dust at end of day.
Never to regain what bounty stole,
Driving all we ever were away.
You will always be my summer weather,
Warm and pure in ways I'll never know.
Gently in the blades of grass and heather,
'Twas you who held my hand and wouldn't go.
How far we've come and oh, how far apart--
So bright must burn the stars that light our hearts.
postscript
Sonnet in honor of my four dearest friends. This was also written somewhat in light of one of my brother's friends being in the ICU tonight. Mostly written for Send-a-Sonnet September www.deviantart.com/journal/Sen… at DFC, but also because it's been a while and I needed to write one. Written with the couplets separated, which I don't usually do. I liked it better this way for stylistic purposes. Shakespearean. An easy default.