My Poetic Ambition In Sonnet Form

I recite and read aloud, wander, lonely as a cloud, then emulate and create as memory stimulates; Swim against poetry's tide therein,an enigma hide, perhaps,a step too far,with Tennyson,crossing the bar; I dream on Will's sonnet verse, figuratively,sweet and terse, lazing life away,with songs compared to a summer's day. To conjure an opening line ever,remembered,as mine.