Sonnet, Naively Forward (From, The Lost Sonnets)

Naively forward like the innocent wind Shifting through clouds that are moving along, To an unborn thought that comes in a song Later when it is alive and designed; Whatever the heart and it's content can find What makes each breathing come weak on or strong, When hours aren't ticking and moments prolong And sky in evening colors - is up pinned. Fancies that switches to patches to be Climbing the faltering steps to the sprawl, When the fingers of sky - eyes again please; Dreaming awake when dawn alternates free And the hour raises shadows on the wall, From the outside flower garden and trees.