Sonnet 115

Ah, but to sleep, to close my eyes and dream
Of you, when distance keeps us two apart;
To think that shuttered eyes can make it seem
That you are here beside me in the dark.
Oh what a blessing of the mind this is,
That dreams can be a refuge for sweet love,
That your pure heart can in my brain fair live
Is sure a precious gift from God above.
Then let me bid you now good night my dear,
And pray your dreams are ever sweet as mine;
That moon drenched thoughts can both our hearts immure
And star dust magic keep our love aligned;
And let me make one wish upon a star;
That you are ever with me, near or far.


©Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

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