Sonnet for Jehanon
Inspiration hits with a flash, stories written on the go. A rumble of laughter and the tale is heard only in echoes. The wind blows me in a new direction. Whom shall I visit next?
Provoking dreams, you’re welcome at my door
To enter, and to make yourself at home
The myriad uses of this ballroom floor
Can serve each purpose, rather like a tome
Of tales and poems, redolent of dreams.
Oh, we can dance there, never doubt it’s true!
But there’s more in this room that what it seems
A dreaming pair of friends could ever do.
Let’s spread a quilt: this corner, over here.
There’s light that streams inside from high above,
And here I have a picnic, wine and beer,
And bread and cheese and pillows; of course, love,
We might awaken ere the meal is through,
And I’ll still hunger, then, for time with you.
Inspired by http://jehanon.tumblr.com
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