The Dreaming

Form: American Libre Sonnet

Was it a just dream that you called me here
And do you still call me to be your guy
In this dark place where all I feel is fear
It’s in this place I ask the question why
Why me, when so many long to comply
To the beautiful glance within your eye
Those very eyes that set my heart to wake
And so they will also set it to break
As always love has put my soul at stake
Confusing me with what it’s all about
Awake or dreaming we both know the ache
Between the this and that there’s so much doubt
The only thing we ever really know
That the glory of love will come and go

© JG Farmer 2019

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