Sonnet III
~ Mental Flight ~

Steady drip of rain from leaking gutters,
Roar of lorries passing by the window.
In the next-door office, someone mutters.
All is dismal, dull. Where is the rainbow?

My body may be trapped upon this world;
My soul is free to travel where it wills.
A white rose with its petals new unfurl'd
Scents the air with intoxicating thrills.

The sun silvers high clouds of crystal ice;
It shimmers on the spider's spangled web
In my new world, my demi-paradise
Where mundania's tide is on the ebb.

Here, time and tedium shall have no sway,
And mist and melancholy fade away.