The life of the mind is her new-found realm,
A far-flung land, an ever-open sky --
Only recently have we found a helm,
A light to enlighten, to clarify.
Precious stones may lie hidden within a mine,
Until found, they are gems hid from the eye --
Prior ages to fate had their wills to consign,
But we -- human free will we dignify.
Any apprentice to a stern new art,
Must learn to suffer as one learns to know --
She must delve deep in the ways of the heart,
She must learn to find what lies far below.
She will yet reveal what hides far inside --
We in darkness will find in her a guide.
I wrote this in early 1992 for a woman with whom I was involved. She had just decided to go back to school and gain her master's in psychology.
I've always enjoyed sonnets. I like the regular structure and the need to create something beautiful within a set of constraints.
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