Sir Toby Moses

Silver Star - 3,541 Points (14-07-1991 / Nigeria)

Dream (Sonnet 2) - Poem by Sir Toby Moses

But dream, As of creed in mortals' wits
Each trembles, if sleep brings him to bed
Adores you like a god at heavenly portal sits
To be his fair blessings, disguised in one's head
Which heralds man's fate, too many thoughts
Be it black-dooms, pretty-fortunes, green-lucks
This had I debated, often been my plots
That fortunes is as ease as plucking a rose from its stalk
Or drains no sweat, As scattering grains to caught chicks
Then how often shall your foolery be, O dream?
By your crashed envisions, fouls and dreadful risks
Of truth i sue you sometimes sail upon stream
And bare glens, loughs withno bream nor pisces
Let the panbearers ride, if steed do turns their wishes

Topic(s) of this poem: dream

Form: Sonnet


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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 3, 2015

Poem Edited: Friday, April 3, 2015


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