Sleep Sonnet

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A sonnet…

I completely believe in the vision

of my Queen. Closed eyes can’t play tricks on you.

I find myself in stunning submission

to a love I’ve never touched. My clear view

becomes opaque; my love is in situ,

when I look with open eyes. The contrast

in view is disillusionment. I argue

with the inescapable truth; dreams don’t last.

When harsh morning comes, I’m roughly cast

from her. My waking life is defined

by seeing the loss of love surpass

the loss of innocence. What I find

left is the desire to keep the dream

as I lie in an unwelcome sunbeam.

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Follow Marjorie Jensen on Twitter @MetaphorJunkie.

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