d'amour et d'étoiles (of love and stars) Oh, to be a dreamer - eyes open wide to see the presence of love verified splashed so brilliantly across the night sky manifestations of love with each sigh the most simple, profound truth, glorified they serve as reminders, a subtle guide that there’s always someone with whom you’re tied in their morse-code blinking, they testify oh, to be a dreamer the heavens promote a love amplified so as to reach the intended world-wide that they would know and reach out in reply love seems wilder in the stars up high where possibilities are not denied oh, to be a dreamer. © Dahlia Ramone: March 20, 2021 (a Rondeau) * This was written for Blogophilia Topic: "Happy Anniversary to Us" This writing group that I am a part of, Blogophilia, is celebrating its fourteenth year anniversary. It originated on Myspace and has endured through many hardships - blogging platforms and notes being shut down, etc. I am proud to say that I have been part of this group since the very first year (though I have taken the occasional hiatus). The writing topics and prompts challenge the writer, and the friendships have remained solid through the years. This is really a special group and if you like writing challenges, I'd recommend checking them out. Writing Prompts: (as I am occasionally wont to do, I took a little creative interpretation of the prompts). (1) Include an anniversary celebration (see above) (2) Incorporate a line from any poem that references the number 14 - can be from a sonnet series or a number 14 in the title (I am instead sharing the below sonnet (Sonnet 14) because I really loved it) (3) Include a lyric or song title with number 14 (the actual lyric I used does not have the number fourteen, but the number fourteen is referenced elsewhere in the song, does that count? 😉 I used “Love seems wilder in the stars” (Dreamers by Walk off the Earth) * If thou must love me... (Sonnet 14) (Elizabeth Barrett Browning, 1806-1861) If thou must love me, let it be for nought Except for love's sake only. Do not say, "I love her for her smile—her look—her way Of speaking gently,—for a trick of thought That falls in well with mine, and certes brought A sense of pleasant ease on such a day"— For these things in themselves, Belovèd, may Be changed, or change for thee—and love, so wrought, May be unwrought so. Neither love me for Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheeks dry: A creature might forget to weep, who bore Thy comfort long, and lose thy love thereby! But love me for love's sake, that evermore Thou mayst love on, through love's eternity.