WHEN the day creeps in to your flock of dreams and scatters them, their pastures forsaking where once they gave themselves to you for taking to gather their wool under silver beams of the Moon that also fled away, it seems from the callous wolf of daily waking
a “sonnet”: your flock of dreams
a “sonnet”: your flock of dreams
a “sonnet”: your flock of dreams
WHEN the day creeps in to your flock of dreams and scatters them, their pastures forsaking where once they gave themselves to you for taking to gather their wool under silver beams of the Moon that also fled away, it seems from the callous wolf of daily waking