Zealously I sought one to trust and now
All my dreams I spread before you, and I
Reach for your hand to point a quetzal
By some far tree, some place mystical.
For place your hand in mine and unify
All our dreams — we’ll go to Cuzco or Macao,
Bayeux or Beaune, Chinon or Chenonceau,
Ibarra or Rapa Nui, or dream
Nestled together beneath magnolia
Trees of places dreamt, undreamt, near, or far —
Only to fall asleep beneath a shooting star
Mirrored in the night of your eyes: I may
Amaze myself in your stars and moonbeam,
Relieved of life — will you relieve our woe?

This entry was posted in Sonnets.

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