poetic dragons

It's St. George's Day! It's Shakespeare's birthday!
Time to get eaten by a dragon and write a sonnet about it.
Or something.

My husband and dog left me last night, returning Thursday. All alone in the house. i don't think i'll ever be a grown woman until i can sleep in a house alone without jumping at every little thing. i hate feeling like a terrified child, clutching the flashlight at every creak and gust of wind.

Needless to say, after about half my required beauty sleep, i'm not making much sense today.

i totally freaked earlier this week about "coming out" as a witch to a new friend. i have such a difficult time not sharing all of who i am, and i forget that spiritual beliefs are often best left unspoken. people are wary of anything with as bad a reputation as witchcraft, and i can't say i blame them - i was wary, too. i just wish there was a way to say "i've been through a lot of self examination, and i don't have answers for anyone but myself, here and now. i may even change my mind later in life. this is just what feels best to me, now." and i've no more intention to proselytize my path than i do/would bisexuality. perhaps my "if you're questioning, why not think about it and maybe try it out" attitude is too missionary for some people.

i just don't know. i try not to take myself or my beliefs too seriously. it hurts to think someone might not want to talk to me anymore because i answered their question honestly about what i do for Easter.

and i can't decide if it's acceptable to feel this way or simply more evidence of insecurity and having failed to grow up in some essential ways.

reading Dorothy Sayers' Lord Peter series and enjoying it...
fresh strawberries...
reading tea leaves tea-party tonight...
going through old cassettes and remembering why i don't listen to them anymore...
enrolled for Fall Semester classes - blech!
trying to work up the courage to submit VS to places...

Contemplative, tired, disappointed, trying to find the energy to get going today...

OH - and i don't get how to refer to another lj-user and have their name come up as a link. Help?

sonnet LXI

Is it thy will, thy image should keep open
My heavy eyelids to the weary night?
Dost thou desire my slumbers should be broken,
While shadows like to thee do mock my sight?
Is it thy spirit that thou send'st from thee
So far from home into my deeds to pry,
To find out shames and idle hours in me,
The scope and tenure of thy jealousy?
O no, thy love though much, is not so great,
It is my love that keeps mine eye awake,
Mine own true love that doth my rest defeat,
To play the watchman ever for thy sake.
For thee watch I, whilst thou dost wake elsewhere,
From me far off, with others all too near.

Seems very appropriate tonight...