October 2009 Gazette

Sonnet 79
When we are sleeping in our beds at night
We drift down different rivers through a park
Where peaceful creatures play in our sight
And rainbow colours glitter, dance and spark.
We float and spin in boats of soft design
Entangled as a single entity
Where we can melt within the poem’s rhyme
To set the spirit, mind and body free.
But then cold fear is gloating in the dark
And threatens when we open our eyes;
The wrench of hate may tighten our heart,
As flies the whale from too much sun and dies.
If you’d let go then surely I would drown
Away from life where I have played the clown.
Joe Lake