Time’s Flight: A Sonnet by L. M. Montes

Time ripples forth with smoothly flowing gaits,
gliding slowly as sorrow stills and sates,
life leads me on though I will look away,
and think of nothing but of you today.

Months said goodbye forever letting go,
and told me not to fret or sink so low,
pleasures from life’s pool of beauty tickled,
releasing the stabbing hurt that prickled.

Years raced away in adverse direction,
flying fast with haste and desperation,
sinking low was never contemplated,
life became the chair that I have hated.

Now as I look up with eyes wide open,
light ensconced my view to bring its hope in.