225. My Swan went to sleep on the bed,

SONNET 225

By JH Sayyar
My Swan went to sleep on the bed,
I am sitting in window; rain falling;
I see her face in vision I myself said,
“She slept like dead why you calling”
An echo comes out of my poor heart
Who listens to the voice in a noise?
My Swan slept turning turtle love cart,
But happy, forever happy my choice,
If you were me, see my sweet Swan,
How a lover spends night in the eyes;
Counts night stars waiting for dawn.
Night birds listen to my painful cries.

I awake; what does silence expose?
Darkness; you leave me O MY Rose