Oh please let the love I hold for you last
And survive all those times I live in fast;
In starvation’s hope for a fresh new way
Let me hold on, linger and with you stay.
Staying true to loves vision found in you
Awakes, each moment, resilience to be
At one with all natures soft morning dew
And see and listen and feel and not flee
The horrors and the darkness as before,
On the lonely journey, searching, forlorn
In the worlds melancholic charms and harms
Where things seem to hold, yet they were unborn
Speaking just to those who hear the alarms.
Oh please let your love help me find our door.
David Scanlon – England – (1963 - )
Scanlon. D (2018) SONNETS OF ETERNAL HOPE. The Foolish Poet Press, Wilmslow, England. SONNETS OF ETERNAL HOPE – III. Page Number 2.