Sonnet, I Clear Now My Thoughts

I clear now my thoughts for another vision,
That leads me in dreams and into the night;
It is sharp and clear, and with a precision:
An illumination like a struck down light.
My wings will now fly into space unclear,
I brought in with untraditional ways;
Each dream is of mist that is out there,
Will not be known until you see its blaze.
A soul in a search in an unknown sea,
Who is learning from mistakes of this life;
Untraditional ways we learn how to see,
When into ocean we strike to survive.
To mature and grow is our only hope,
But harder it is to hold on to that rope.

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