Sonnet, Imagined Poems (From, The Lost Sonnets) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Our imagined poems are like mythmakin'
They fill your heart with strangest singing too,
And each of them is like those that are new
And lightly not to the real ones be taken;
For words are here for thoughts to be awaken
Give a meaning that will fill or be true,
And they will be a partner in time due
If they're not derelict or be mistaken.
With words into thoughts you can fly away
Wishes to be born and make dreams seem real,
Every small hope to be alive again;
Nothing you wised for will lead astray
For those are just thoughts you alone will feel,
Gone within a moment - simple and plain.