Edward Clapham Poet Sonnet

Lord of the Land of Counterpane

Look into my mind.
I am the master of fantasy;
King of the isle of imagination,
Lord of the land of counterpane
Whereon I arrange the pieces of my life.
You are long gone, speaking no more, yet haunt me,
As some phantom lingers in his house of death,
Blindly walking rooms and corridors seeking,
Seeking lost life and love, and imagining,
Imagining that moment when you 
Contact me again, the spell of
Silence broken. And my
Foolish mind builds
Castles of hope.

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