A scarf of ocher silk adrift a breeze
in mists of sea and sands of rising rays
a scent it lingers far from over seas
exotic flowers, spice seed whirling haze.
The scarf appears before a lone man’s feet
he knows the scent of whom it may belong
a woman’s love he lost in harsh deceit
her beauty captured both his heart and song.
He scans the horizon with hope and hears
her unforgettable laugh by the bay.
Their distant eyes unite anew in tears
among the dancing flames and petals day.
He swiftly moves her way in tender bliss
presents the scarf and then his loving kiss.
– Shakespearean sonnet #2 rules: 14 lines, 10 syllables each, iambic meter, and a rhyming scheme off abab, cdcd, efef, gg.