Sonnet 19

Sonnet 19
Christopher Bogart

Brisk breezes float him toward a pristine shore
Where true intentions bob beyond the foam.
His hopes too float on swells he’s rode before.
So many times, so many journeys home.
And, in those journeys, what’s been lost and found
Of life that shows increased upon his brow?
He strolls knee deep in issues as profound
As those of sober childhood, long - gone now.
Gone, an adolescence, tanned and strong,
Gone to intellect and tame pursuits.
Through youth deferred come strains of sorrow’s song
As time through crumbling passages still shoots.
Will he hold hopes above his sorrows borne
Until new hope illuminates new morns?