Sonnet for Jehanon

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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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