Sonnet Ii Poem by Barry Van Asten

And I would not be alone, with your heart and your hand,
Caressed into celestial surrender, joined
For an eternity of songs, sung from the heart,
To radiate love with nought to command.
But it's not in the tenderness that soothes, I find,
This perpetual resolve for a dying art;
Nor in the joy that's found in companioned mind
When heart and hand are one. To understand
Love's transference, drawn into nought,
Like embryos in amber, where two worlds hide -
Those planets unshaken by time and man
Are unaware of reason and finer thought;
Yet a simpler form of sorcery will decide
The magnitude of love and evolution.