679. Your hair, a night where stars forget to shine,

SONNET 679
By JH Sayyar
Your hair, a night where stars forget to shine,
Yet gleams with hidden gold the light can't see.
A forest deep where dreams and scent entwine,
A silken net that gently captures me
It falls like rain across your tender face,
Or dances wild when winds of joy arise
Each strand, a thread of time, a line of grace,
That weaves the dusk and dawn into your skies.
I’ve brushed it back to find your waiting eyes,
And kissed the locks that drape your sleeping brow
In tangled hours where silent passion lies,
Your hair has crowned my every sacred vow.

So let me dwell where shadow turns to flame—
Within your hair, and whispering your name