Fidelity

[Jack of Hearts]

In portraits of gone men,
loyal light washed 'round their chests,
Fidelity; fidelity in a stream of flow and ebb.

If overcome by current, carried from start until the end,
Fidelity, in spring or autumn,
never rests its head.

Fidelity. Fidelity, while sitting at your feet,
makes pact with Time to follow
where you've drifted in your sleep.

[drago]

I am always reluctant to respond to anything you write because I always find that I like it too much for any criticism-appropriate reply.

[PrinceMyshkin]

There is something about the authorial dignity of this that seemed to promise or require end-rhymes. I was prompted to imagine how each 3rd line might rhyme with the first in the stanza.

[Delta40]

It feels almost satirical JoH, yet its lightness cheered me as I read it.