Jet Lag (A Sonnet) Poem by Sas Debray

When booing sounds of planes did cease from ears
Again my foot confirmed its stance on grounds
My mind confused the date of day or year
A night I left behind for day to sound

That night still haunts me through my hidden dreams
And chases me in my unconscious sleep
I often wake from notions old which seems -
Like habits rushing from within my deep

I know my dear it is a once romance
Like change in summer – autumn does take place
When over, I would miss the loving trance
But now I see latitudes changing face

You know Oh! Night how much do I adore
But please in day do not lure me to snore