Sonnet to Faerieland
A poet lost for words – a moment rare.|
Yet what words could equip me to describe
The precious treasure you’ve had grace to share
With one who’s unknown to your Faerie tribe?
To hold my hands and share your hearts concerns,
To work with me, with joy in every task,
To share your tales, and hear mine in return,
To sit, to eat, to walk , to hug, to laugh.
And though I have no wish to go away,
Too soon I’ll take my leave, dear Faerie-men.
But know this: by the eighth month’s final day
I will request to see you all again.
A poet lost for words? Not so it seems:
One thousand sonnets shan’t describe this Faerieland of dreams.
© 2012 BJG
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