Here’s a poem of mine from about ten years ago:
Sonnet on a Line from Dylan Thomas
Let fall the tear of time, the sleeper’s eye
will tear the dreams of dramas unrehearsed;
will twitch upon the inward eye of verse
that everyone’s forgotten but the rhyme.
The sleeper’s retina records the scene
of tears and thunder raining on a room
torn down in life but sparkling on the screen
that’s lit within the sleeper’s fevered brain.
A creek where clotted foliage of fall
provided brown protection for the wren,
where timing saved the swallows from the sky
reflected in the surface’s teary plane.
The waking eye will fall upon the bare
dry creekbed birdless in the time dried air.