Week 91: Alone, by E.J.Scovell

For me, this love poem by the English poet Edith Joy Scovell (1907-1999) more than makes upĀ in resonance for what it lacks in length.

Alone

Nothing will fill the salt caves our youth wore:
Happiness later, nor a house with corn
Ripe to its walls and open door.
We filtered through to sky and flowed into
A pit full of stars; so we are each alone.
Even in this being alone I meet with you.

E.J.Scovell