Wings of Love

Wings of Love
by Patrick Bernardy

Your wall it chars engulfed in rise of flame.
Entombed you were in crypts that bled your soul.
You swell your heart to heights, wings spread, mind tame.
But winds they gust -- force dive! -- they take their toll.
You balk, return to pits that soothe your heart.
Lean wings on wall, curl up, close eyes, breathe deep.
The call of love fades low -- let go! -- It’s smart!
Tears roll, arms squeeze, this loss is yours to keep.
The wall is strong, no light comes through to see.
The dark it soothes, no fear, not here, you're well!
No love will force your hand for wings to be
Like knives that stab, make wounds that hurt, your hell!

Alone you cry, but there, the wings they call!
And in your heart my voice leaks through the wall.

Your mind it darts, the fears cascade away.
What good is life that hides behind a wall?
The touch of stone so cold, the sight so gray!
Might not it be far worse than lost love’s pall?
Your teeth they grind to choose which way to tread.
The wings they flash within a beam of light.
A sign you think might this not be instead?
Now gods -- not fools! -- add tools to win your fight!
You know which choice you want to choose the most.
You hear my voice once more, it’s loud and clear
And coats and fills your past, weak now, a ghost.
Rise up, love’s child, and plunge your sword in Fear!

With strength that casts aside your life of lies,
You don white wings and lift into the skies.

NOTE: A Shakespearean sonnet is composed of 14 lines in iambic pentameter, with the rhyme scheme ABAB CDCD EFEF GG.