The garden has lost its beautiful rose
And so the sky has lost its brightest star
As this emptiness echoes near and far
My life without you; fear the worst of foes
Echoes that speak only in evil dreams
To open the weary scars of the past
The nightmare that a love can never last
And as I sleep I hear only my screams
Yet wretched with pain I feel my lover’s touch
The gentle hand to ease my mind to fight
Against the haunting visions in my sight
I am returned; the one I love so much
She alone holds the key to set me free
From dreams that dare to steal my liberty

© JG Farmer 2016

Form: Canadian Sonnet (Italian)

About Jez Farmer

I am a freelance writer and poet and started writing after raising my two boys as a way of discovering just who Jez is. That is still very much an on-going project but the journey so far has introduced me to many wonderful friends and fellow writers through an ever growing love of poetry.
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