Sonnet 39 Poem by Barry Middleton

The only picture on the wall
reminds me of a love I had,
two dancers frozen to recall
a love the painter once had known.
He holds her in his arms as if
to say that love is always new.
Now time has passed, its only gift,
a brief, translucent shade of blue.

So love and friends too quickly pass
as sun beats down and pictures fade.
So life assumes a somber shade,
as suns go down and yesterdays
begin to subtly change their hue
to brief, translucent shades of blue.