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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