Upon the Moor
Upon The Moor
I dreamed I'd written a moonlit sonnet
As I danced across the misty moor.
Lavender heather grew dense upon it,
Serving as a carpet on a bare floor.
Then a lark on wing, passed over my head.
That's when I began to fervently pray,
"God, if I am still asleep in my bed,
Please do not allow me to wake this day.
My life is burdened with sorrow and pain.
Only by dreams am I ever set free.
I don't mind having to sleep in the rain,
For I know You always watch over me."
I woke bathed in dew, lying on heather.
On my breast there rested a lark's feather.
Copyright © Lin Lane | Year Posted 2015
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