In the bath I'm drawing pictures in my mind
Of the way you look to me inside my dreams
We are walking on a path we chanced to find
Across a hillside full of sheep and little streams
Now we spread our arms out wide and start to fly
And below us all the world can stretch away
I'll dream of all the things I'd like to try
And teach you all the games I want to play
Now you land beside a boat upon the beach
And we sail to meet the sun before it sets
But then just before the sunset is in reach
We must stop to live the life that time forgets
Now the water in my bath is getting cold
And I hope my dream is real before I'm old
Author notes
A sonnet in a sort of ternary meter, does it work for you?
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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you amaze me. you did THIS in the bath??? lol I hope all of your dreams come true...I do I do. Love, Lane


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It's very dream-like, and idealistic. I like the last couplet.





