Dream-God

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Dream-God

A Sonnet

Courtesy Priti Ghosh

On a hazy tract between dream and wake,
I wandered alone in a form of aspiration’s make.
A tome I clutched, a trait by blind habit made
In cloistered crowd and scant summer shade.

A form appeared, regal and high beyond common things,
A gaze true seemed to find me amongst my becomings.
It spoke and I heard the words in my heart,
How another could speak as I was the mystic part.

It gleaned a sole trait useful from my rabble,
A minuscule pin from my endless rubble.
I can’t but help make this pin said I,
As an eagle the form swooped my mock humility.

I woke then and cast about my net of thought,
My brief sojourn with that Dream-God I caught.