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One Hundred and Fifty-Five Sonnets - 73. dream above the clouds
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Sonnet No. 145
Sometimes the will alone is like flying –
A feathered thing, that soars above our cares –
And the Truth never feels like denying
The one-by-one steps that up-climb Love’s stairs.
On the plane you sleep, with head on my arm,
While out the window, we’re above the clouds,
For in your slumber passes by all harm,
Like a dream ship with cotton candy shrouds.
When you wake, we’ll be on our honeymoon –
Though the destination I’ve kept secret –
Our vows we will re-commit very soon
Where modern lovers, ancient loves beget.
So fly your dreams without care as I keep
Vigil sound to protect you as you sleep.
Sonnet No. 146
What’s inspiration, if not restlessness? –
A mental itch always seeking a scratch
And a way to deal with thoughts in excess
Of feelings binding them in sharp crosshatch.
So here in the early morning quiet,
With my pen bespeaking my impatience,
The fact that I can’t sleep, I try to forget,
With the joy that we are now relations.
For motion’s the better part of movement,
And the patterns I lay down have momentum –
For the present with the future has blent,
And my actions speak, though my tongue is dumb.
You and I have overlaid heart and soul,
And that design I’ve no wish to control.
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