Who can say when love might come to call
cascading down the years that move toward death.
We walk the solid ground as not to fall
while longing sighs and stretches with each breath.
cascading down the years that move toward death.
We walk the solid ground as not to fall
while longing sighs and stretches with each breath.
The need to be connected to the One
resounds in every moment time sets down
until each ticks away and all is done
and we in what could be are left to drown.
How silently the heart turns where it will
and we without a say must let it lead.
We stumble on and on, no rest until
we lay resistance down, to love concede.
O’ let me cease to fight what life might give
surrendering to love while yet I live.
Your form, your beauty, your desire to keep hope alive but still facing the fickle finger of life.
You have talent beyond my dreams
I have commented and love the yearning in this poem. Never settle for second best, when first may be a glance away.
Your poetry is magnificent and content reminds me so much of my own journeys through poetry in search of
reality. A wonderful site and this sonnet was true perfection. I think I posted the best sonnet I ever wrote yesterday called Lady Africa. I wrote it first in Vietnam for a black friend of mine whose mother took ill while we were over there. I have tweaked it for forty years this year. Love this site and your sensitive, professionally crafted poetry. tom (fallstaff)