Tuesday, August 29, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

226
Come back; come back, O my cute white Swan,
From the vale of sleep lest slumber blowing airs,
Should you astray from your nest, tomorrow dawn;
Appeared on the other shore of sleep without cares,
I see in vision you flying beyond my cool shadows
Of cares and shares slumber fine weather astray you
Seas and sands areas same but the upside-down pose
Turns positive into negative, yea! I say more true,
I wonder when I woke up, my Swan come back soon
In my poor heart hangout, the next resting place,
For future pleasures where forever we will croon,
Love breeds love and good intention love grace.

My Swan, fly over me to shadow my woeful being
Your sleep shadows end like the spindle is fleeing