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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