Beyond this planet shines a silver orb
all smoothed and polished by an angel's wing
and all those dreams of love that I absorb
are gentle thoughts within the song I sing.
Your sturdy body nestles safe and warm
with hearty wings to lift me past the sky,
and I hold tight against your rushing form
as streams of stars blink at my passage by.
And if this dream that holds me by your side
is nothing more than just my dying soul
I'll beg again to shine from deep inside
with grateful notes to keep you strong and whole.
How pure this tune is as your vessel nears
to sing a song that only heaven hears.
Pamela A. Lamppa
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A pretty little sonnet
