I speak of love, found in you
That day amongst the orchard blossom.
Never was the smell of spring so clear
As that day which draw together our fate.
They said that love is togetherness separated,
Never truer than in our briefest of touches.
Did you know of our love; the love I felt then.
The world was broken when our first words joined.
Echoing resonances trumpeted in my ears:
Your touch and voice and penetrating stare
Reached inside and caressed my soul.
The half remembered moments of our togetherness
Still live deep in the present: alive
With the fears that belonging requires.
Twenty years have passed since that first day
Family, work and daily living have aged me now:
The day never passes without our fruitful memory returning.
I speak of love, found in you,
That day amongst the orchard blossom:
In the days which followed
Did my love hold and caress your torment.
They said that love is healed separation.
My overflowing heart assures me
That the apple blossom eased your passing.
David Scanlon – England – (1963 - )
Scanlon. D (2017) Poetry for business: fired by passion. The Foolish Poet Press, Wilmslow, England. HEALING LOVE. Page Number 23.