Lin Lane Poet Sonnet

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.

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Scott Thirtyseven October 23, 2015 at 6:42 AM Fabulous sonnet. So smooth. Well penned. Lin Lane October 23, 2015 at 7:38 AM Thanks, Scott. I appreciate your kind comments.

Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser October 21, 2015 at 8:41 AM Lin, the uplifting feel of this poem.. love the imagery... =`)~Olive Eloisa Lin Lane October 21, 2015 at 8:53 AM Hi, Olive. Merci for your 'uplifting' remarks. Thanks for reading.

Anne-Lise Andresen October 21, 2015 at 6:16 AM - A gem, Lin !!!! - Love it !!! - hugs // Anne-Lise :) Lin Lane October 21, 2015 at 8:50 AM g'morning, Anne Lise. Thank you for the kind comments.

Robert Lindley October 20, 2015 at 9:55 PM Exceptional sonnet my friend! Super 7 on this jewel... A7 Lin Lane October 20, 2015 at 11:25 PM Your comment and 7 are much appreciated, Robert. Thanks for reading this one.