Sonnet IV Nostalgia

 

A fragile sweetness lingers slow and deep

And teases toes and tongue and blood between 

With hints of yeast and milk that warms our sleep,

The tastes that sing our restless dreams serene.

Forgotten scents arise in wistful waves

To flood our veins and cream our bones with balm.

We swoon beneath maternal soft embrace -

Indulge the bliss of deep remembered calm.

Released, revived, refreshed, we breathe anew

And trail our nascent hopes and dreams behind.

In want, we savor sips of childhood brew

And drink with aching thirst that sucks us blind.

And yet, as aching needs emerge, we know 

Remembered ease digests forgotten woe.