Sonnet #4; Forthwith Unto The Burning

Forthwith unto the burning noon-day sun.

Outlast the river flowing beyond here.
Harms all those who seek joy and warmth and fun.
Feeds those who have found and hold it so dear
Beyond the horizon some of us fought
For dreams lost, never as yet given up.
Men and women's guiding light can't be bought,
But it can, and will, be the final sup.
From thin depths of blighted humility
Come and always return to grace's light.
Still, one believes he always can be free.
These childish dreams blind us from our true sight:
Throughout life's passages we may find oft,
The sun is rough, but is always found soft.

By Christian Manley