Wednesday, May 30, 2012

sonnet one hundred thirty

whilst your sleep lead you
to dreams where you are
free, spaces where you do
not doubt yourself,

i always wish you find
your way back to our
reality and discern that
freedom is what we afford

each other, and that
no other hand can relinquish
questions but yours,

that no other whisper or smile,
silence or conundrum, can pull
me away from your light.

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