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Summary: Shakespearean sonnet. Wishful thinking in a quiet moment.

Archive: M_A if they want it

Category: Poetry, Qui/Obi

Pairing: Q/O

Rating: G (C'mon, it's only fourteen lines! How much mischief can you fit into that?)

Warnings: None. (See above.)

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Notes: Thanks to Gail Riordan for "Subtle Joys," which had a strong subconscious impact on me-- an impact I am just now realizing as I post this.

Quiet Joys

How like a bird thou art, in airy flight,
Thy slim and graceful limbs outstretched like wings!
To watch thee is to know the world is right,
And make my heart cry out like viol-strings.

I know thy form, thy face, thy golden love
Shall never seek my grey and aging heart;
Still, just to watch thee now, gliding above,
Doth deep within satisfy some small part

Of that which aches and cries out for thy touch--
Yet pains the rest the more, lacking your kiss.
I am an old man, and cannot ask much
Of thy kindheartedness, except for this:

That in these quiet hours when you ascend
The air, I watch beside you as a friend.