Ships From Sand (English sonnet)
by Ben Pickard
When all the rainbows lose their joyous hues,
Or summer leaves are brown beneath the sun,
Just know I suffer all the pain you do
And will be here when winter's darkness comes.
I'll stand and scream at all the storms that rage
And build a bridge between the sea and land;
I'll take the words that left a tear-stained page,
Allowing you to craft a ship from sand.
The garden will again be green for you -
The clouds will clear as angels beat their wings -
The flowers will appear where fungus grew
And tears will be replaced with mountain springs.
A stricken heart can break and water flow,
But broken hearts will mend and roses grow.