Sonnet 75 — to awaken fully healed
Didst thou awaken on this morning fine?
Didst thou sense the light through window yon?
Was thou bewarmed by earliest sunshine?
Then, thou stand tall and greet the early dawn.
To sleep each night is an act of faith
That thou shall waken in the morn.
Renewed by sleep, we rouse, suffering no scaith.
No corpse are we, no soul needs to mourn.
It is a simple act, to gently close one’s eyes
And give the mind and soul a time to heal
Whilst in the sleep, one’s body’s free to fly,
And who’s to say, it’s not the dream that’s real?
To sleep, perchance to dream, sayeth the Bard
To awaken fully healed, and never scarred.
June 2020
