Brooklyn Brown Poet Sonnet

Sundays Best

Appearing in the night, my dreams lucid in your grasp,
I wonder if you are really there;
Whilst pondering over the appearance of this brass clasp.
In its reflection I search for you, you are my air.

Please tell me it will be okay,
Where shall I go, you are all that I know
Please tell me you know the way,
Where shall I go, please take me home.

I see I love you in the word forever and a day,
Why does forever seem like a tailored bet.
Though the word forever has gone astray,
I miss your tailored vest on sundays rest. 

It is something similar to 1960’s dance.
I guess it is something much like a trance.

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Beata Agustin January 19, 2025 at 10:29 PM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Welcome to Poetry Soup. I welcome you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.

Yann Rolland January 16, 2025 at 1:43 AM nice and lovely poetry, hope you will be okay