Peter

 

The following poem is an Elizabethan sonnet.

 

Since I was young I looked up to the stars.

The second to the right my eyes did meet.

And though the twinkling speck seemed very far

I felt his carefree youth and vibrant heat.

I dreamed and danced in clouds of flight and hope,

And when he flashed his cunning grin and wink,

His joy did wrap around me like a rope

And burst the jealousy from within Tink.

My life defined by wind beneath his toes,

By swordfights at the bay of scaly friends,

By natives at the fireside that glows,

By love and rush that never was pretend.

And though age brings the fading of his light,

I hear his crow in my heart ev’ry night.

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