I strive within my heart and out through my hands
To soft your dreams on their way,
And to soothe your mind
That skips so quickly across the vast star-fields,
Never lighting
Upon any mote that might give pause
To the whirling dance
Of your thoughts that never stop
Even in sleep.
To wake you is temptation
But I never fall prey to simple illusion.
My desires bend all toward
Your peace.
David Emeron: Sonnets 