Sonnet 5

  • Don't mind my vacant flustered fuddled stare,
  • I'm like this because minds do roam afar,
  • When they're witness to your blissfully rare
  • Pair of wane eyes; How they resemble stars.
  • God how they shine, surpassing all others,
  • Glistening, glittering, gladfully bright.
  • How they passed before, my brain now wonders,
  • And yet a wonder I behold each night.
  • Every morning I wake, captivated,
  • Alive from the sunlight through my window,
  • Reminded of a soul now agitated,
  • Dying as I wait for your shadow.
  • And while the sun blinds, your stars glow golden,
  • Our full enamored stare, eyes wide open.

Notes

One of my better works. I'm not gonna try to justify anything about this one. It's perfect the way it is.

— Huy on