Sonnettics

I’ll sing about a King who had a Dream
When Justice lost her way, he gave her light
A light on which her two-edged sword could gleam
He helped her stand again for what was right

A King protects his people when it’s dark
He gives them hope and hopes it will increase
A King can raise a flame from just a spark
This King is MLK, a King of Peace

He told us not to wallow in despair
He quoted, “men are . . . equal,” as was said
In something which our Fathers did Declare
Like them, his heart was pure; his blood was red

Though others might believe his dream is past
His dream lives on, and he is free, at last!

*First posted on January 15, 2012

I wonder if we could have been our dreams
Or found, at least, a place of waking joy
But night is more than darkness, so it seems
And darkness seems to cover and destroy
I still remember waking in your bed
I still remember sleeping in your arms
Although the past is past, it isn’t dead
Nor are my memories of all your charms
I wonder if our dreams were simply wrong
Can dreams be wrong? Can any dreams be right?
I wonder if you’ll hear my little song
Or if you’ll sleep through life, a dreamless night
We might have wanted all our dreams to stay
But fate awakes us to a dreamless day.