The Journey (Terza Rima Sonnet)

There comes a time in life when a heart must fly
higher than a mountain peak in winters chill
far beyond a wheat filled meadow's pure green sigh.

Our souls are devoured with sorrowful still
a calm in the darkness of my lover's grief
our journey entertains with glamourous thrill.

Tear shadows break upon a mornings relief
we muster strength to share a secret untold
slithering out like serpents, from fallen leaf.

A single whisper falls upon ears of old
gambling a fated risk, melodies break
elders will bow from our departing scold.

A journey desired, blessing to partake
two lovers disguised as lost souls of heartache.

Round 3 final poem for Larry's formed poetry contest