Sonnet: Transcendental - Poem by Diane Hine
T he aliens appeared from some odd space
R esplendently from nowhere legerdemain.
A much enhanced adroit immortal race
N o longer plagued by wretchedness or pain.
S erene observers here to watch the play-
‘C haotic Earth', a tragedy by ‘Chance'.
E ntranced, they ached in some forgotten way
N egated by their consummate advance.
D o we detect a wistful backward gaze
E scapes their ideal eyes in last ‘goodbyes'?
N o mere immortal knows the way we blaze,
T ranscendent passions are the mortal's prize.
A mid the fear of loss, pure joy is found,
L ove's paradox to which all life is bound.
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