ElvenAngel
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This was my first (and as of yet only) experiment in Shakespearean sonnets. I always felt it was dedicated to all the people who have long-time, really good friends over the Internet. =) Think about someone you care a lot about, as you read it, whom you've never actually met face to face.
The Keys That Speak
To be sleepless at 4 am, I hate to ponder why.
Perhaps my day has been rotten and glum
I may have lost the bus or decided to cry.
It may have felt long like a snake laid in the sun.
Perhaps I’ve been dwelling in my head
For much too long, as I tend to do.
There’s much to find in an idea’s deep end.
I must have got lost again as I always do.
It’s that wrong turn between here
And a land tuned to Daydream FM.
But there you are, my dear,
I see your name in the list, my friend.
The ocean is nothing but a drop in a teaspoon.
The keys between our hands will speak soon.
The Keys That Speak
To be sleepless at 4 am, I hate to ponder why.
Perhaps my day has been rotten and glum
I may have lost the bus or decided to cry.
It may have felt long like a snake laid in the sun.
Perhaps I’ve been dwelling in my head
For much too long, as I tend to do.
There’s much to find in an idea’s deep end.
I must have got lost again as I always do.
It’s that wrong turn between here
And a land tuned to Daydream FM.
But there you are, my dear,
I see your name in the list, my friend.
The ocean is nothing but a drop in a teaspoon.
The keys between our hands will speak soon.
