‘Twas years ago, but I can still recall
You laughing as you asked, “What harm is there
In hoping dreams are true?” Into those tall,
Half-shrouded woods you ran, and in your hair
I saw the sunlight, trailing from above
Like little, yellow ribbons. Off you danced,
While I remained and wished for hope; for love;
For one more chance to listen once again
And hear the song you hear – that pale refrain
That trills like virgin cellos, bold and hurt
And weary. At the line of that domain,
I watched you go, not knowing that, alert
And standing closely, she held you entranced,
The dream for which you laughed, and smiled, and danced.
3 comments:
Ugh!
? The imagery is excellent and I like it very well. Since I am an incurable dreamer, I rather identify with her. Yet the pathos of standing alone without the beloved deters the blythe carefree spirit. Who is the "she" in the closing couplet? the dream?
"She" was intended to be a unicorn, but that never made it into the final sonnet, try as I might. The final couplet took forever, and I was unsatisfied that I waited so long to add her, because I was unable to find room by the time I came to the end. By then, the sonnet had changed, but that seems all right.
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