676. When moonlight folds the world in silver grace,

SONNET 676
By JH Sayyar
When moonlight folds the world in silver grace,
And hush of stars drapes night in gentle air,
We lie as one, in love's quiet embrace,
Two hearts entwined beyond the day's despair.
Your breath, a tide that soothes my weary chest,
Our fingers laced like roots beneath the earth,
In dream’s soft cradle, peacefully we rest,
Each moment proof of love’s enduring worth.
No storm of life can shake this still repose,
Nor time unweaves the bond that sleep has tied;
While shadows stretch and evening’s silence grows,
We drift through night with soul and soul allied.

So let the dawn be slow, and stars not sever—
Our spirits dream, and sleep on close, forever.