Sonnet, There's Love There's Love (From, The Lost Sonnets) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

There is love there is love there is no doubt
Found in a corner of all this tick tacking,
Row like a row drift like a cloud there about
Each of the fumes up and away stacking;
White to the dark in the loosening stray
Where will it go come when mist follows,
All in hours forever lost as they say
When the wind in the sky again ablows.

Singing tunes the outbursting circling wind
Flying dancing with other forest songs
Till there's again early morning of new;
Some will be just - others more left behind
The tunes aloud transforming sing-alongs,
Everything's turning nothing same will do.