621. The micro stones are in my eyes

SONNET 621

By JH Sayyar

The micro stones are in my eyes
In sap shapes do live in my balls
I do melt them through my cries
When my hot tear in lone crawls
From poor heart to eyes to float
On my sunken cheeks do shine
Like stars weeping over my lot
With your woes my tears dine
To unload O Lady Woes’ load
I throw sway them through tears
In which swim my gay woe cod
Thus my heart light free of fears

Tears more precious than a sapphire
To wash woes; throw it in the mire!