ALFRED DORN SONNET
As candles gently glow in amber light
The portrait, centered high, upon the wall
Appears to take a life form of its own
Yet, thoughts of her are stronger on this night
He views her fleeting image in the hall
As he sits drunk, contented, and alone
He rises, sets the glass upon the sink
She appears only when he takes a drink
Still drawn to her fair, luminescent sight
He stumbles through the hall, to hesitate
Then tremble as his body chokes with fright
To see her form begin to levitate
Sprout angel's wings, then suddenly take flight
While he remains to curse the hand of fate
Tamara Beryl Latham