Sonnet

 You look at a painting that seems very different

than how your life turned out, on the surface.

You didn't yet succeed in looking over

pain and investing in a passing world.

Maybe others think you are too particular.

There are things you are afraid to reveal to others

although we should all know that we are fallible and perishable.

Your flaws are a safeguard that you hold to you in the sun.

You do cherish the image of love

although its reality seems increasingly something in the fairy tale or fantasy.

He holds her in the golden light

safe and secure, sleeping in a world of beauty.

You read a poem before a group of children - 'My darling - my darling.'

In the true world, you are held, promised, as the bright sea is whirling.