Sonnet 3 (200 Sonnet's Of The Soldier) Poem by Leom Kolmnela

3.

Somewhere in the boundless space,
my stirred eyes look without trace.

And you blind your eyes in vain,
your face within your hands clenching.
Two eyes as yours shed tears in pain,
as each soul does when its child's ailing.

You can sense that cold embrace,
which warmth to the world once gave.
In only a moment you can retrace,
all afflictions the world never forgave.

Her hand around your shoulder wraps,
and on your lips, she lays hers, with ardor.
On the forehead, 'the universe', with speedy laps,
a world appears, half bairn and half mother.

And only for a moment you are joyous with no concern,
but feeling deep inside that a good time does not return.