678. Mine weeping eyes, like clouds before the rain,

SONNET 678
By JH Sayyar
Mine weeping eyes, like clouds before the rain,
Release their sorrows in a silent stream;
Each tear: a tale of unforgotten pain,
Each drop, the ghost of some extinguished dream.
They gaze on memories time cannot erase,
Where laughter once in golden moments played—
Now shadows dwell upon this tear-stained face,
And joy lies cold where tender hopes have laid
Yet in their grief, a strange and quiet grace
Emerges from the storm they hold within,
For tears may cleanse what words could not replace,
And mourning wash away remembered sin.

So let them fall—these eyes that bravely see,
Through floods of sorrow, paths to peace may be