Sunday, April 29, 2012

sonnet one hundred thirteen

a well that brims with sweetness,
you might wonder why i never
seem to run out of words
to give voice to the silence

of this elusive time that
has momentarily kept us
apart - it is because
my sadness only heightens

my happiness, defeating and
maiming the hurt, shutting
the dusk and letting in the

light from the window,
knowing you and i breathe
and exist under the same horizon.

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