SONNET 382
By JH Sayyar
When night falls every eye awakes,
Finds sleeping all in a sound sleep,
God’s blessings falling like flakes,
Over kneeling heads all night weep,
With opened eyes I survey the land,
Belles watching in the glass at noon,
Their plastic art makes them grand,
More trembling hearts a nice noon
Fools see with the eyes slave to light,
Wise survey earth with spiritual eyes,
Night closes eyes with falling might,
What eyes see not, reality sees wise
When I see in Muse looking glass!
Time lines on face reflect like grass
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