SONNET LXXVI - THE QUEEN

she sits upon the throne of all my dreams
she enters and illuminates the night
when she descends, she slides in on moonbeams
as though her very soul were made of light
she blesses me with beautiful escape
for once again, sweet heaven has come down
a dream of perfect love has taken shape
and on her head, I place my soul's one crown
alas, the dawn brings harsh reality
my mouth is ripped away from true love's kiss
the sun comes up, and fantasies must flee
but through my tears, I must remember this:
   I'd rather yearn for love I'll never touch
   than let go of the dream I love so much