Waking on Sunday still wrapped in your arms
Drunk on your poetry, lost in your charms
Tangled in the sheets our bodies don't know
Lost on a highway of dreams we let go.
Gone are the strong walls where we used to hide
Out in the open without alibi
Together we're stronger this we have learned
still choking on ashes bridges we've burned.
Waking on Monday, new town with new sheets
a few different names but still the same streets
Chasing ambitions, still chasing the dream
Now that you're with me please know that it means
You've taken my heart, my body, my mind
New story is written, a new life we'll find.
I looked through stained glass and saw only tears
I gazed through clear glass and met up with my fears.
Who knew in the shadows I'd remain safe
who knew in the shadows the last breath I'd take
And in shadowed dream I found air to breathe
discovered faith and a heart to believe
danced with the angles and danced with the sun
tied pieces together, fixed those undone
With solid foundation I found will to wake
and embrace the dark with each step that I take
No more hiding, no lying, just the real me
Who suddenly found courage to be all I can be
Just me and the words, a notebook and ink
A new dawn, dark night and a free mind to think.
Sam (AKA @Semaphore) is back at the pub this week and we're talking Clarian Sonnets. Come on over to dVerse and see what this form can prompt from your pen!