Sea Dream

A Sonnet

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Have the sands of time forgotten me now?
Or am I merely a shell, swept away
by the heavy-hearted oceans that bow,
ever burdened by night — dreamless by day?
Wishful thinking no longer lingers here,
and what is life but death looming above?
The path to the sky is no longer near,
so what am I but a fragile-winged dove?
But resurrected poems beckon me
to soar above these mournful waves alone,
to search for drowning verses lost at sea —
and may I bring to life what must be known.
I am not a broken shell swept away,
I am a sea dream that shall rule the day.