Sonnet 66, Song of the Garden Swing
Stealing away during the full moon rise
relaxing, feeling the spirit drifting
starlight kisses land upon weary eyes,
on the garden swing, to the sky, lifting.
Waltzing in the warmth of a springtime breeze.
a lovely sprites harp plays in light restrain
chimes in the trees melodiously please
as soft spring smells now flourishing again.
In the field, oceans of grass gently sway
push me once more and I shall smile with glee
a dream is only a dream gone astray
until your return, I'll wait by this tree.
The loneliness screams from my wanton heart
Rising on the swing as we're far apart.
3/11/2021
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