“What was once a fiery passion of desire?                
Procured in the end with passionate love,
Once flaming red fervent orange propensity,
Thunder and the sunshine cloudless all above,

The propensity of earth needs Grass and stone,
Unsuitable men have annexed to titular success,
Some task of nobility a symbol yet to be done,
If you refuse to let a rapport of love perish,                

One can find a progeny in the waves of the sea,
It may be that the gulfs may wash them down,
Here the docket breeds a flambeau in the night,
And might it be this prompt of melancholy key?

Is this a sign that there is still hope in our ambit?
Then there is still hope that this love may live on,
So let it is let it sound from this night onward,
As hiatus ocean lulls your tired eyes to rest,    

Will it be in morn our spirits will be as one?
Or will our Limerick Boundaries be once again!”
     By Andrew Guzaldo 05/29/2020 © #188