Debris of dreams

To whom did he write these letters of love?
These letters received from some kingdom above
For what did he know of devotion and trust?
To know only lust is never enough

They came uninvited, out from the lake
Cast out a hook, at least took a chance
No-one would leave, seduced by the shape
Yanked out the sea, biting down on romance

Come the end of his time, he'd lost more than most
Light-hearted, radiant, his own ideal version
His promise to you, no modern day boasts
These words disguised, hidden third person

I awoke in the morning from the debris of dreams
Tears in abundance thinking what might have been

From: 
Sonnet




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ABOUT THE POET ~
Just some social trash spouting out vague nonsense which somewhat adheres to poetry in structure and content.


Last updated December 03, 2015