SONNET 701
By JH Sayyar
O shadowed breath that stirs the midnight air,
Thou restless whisper in the heart’s still core,
With trembling hands and eyes too wide to care,
Thou knock long on every thought-closed door.
No foe is near, yet battle drums do pound,
A war within where peace dares not alight.
Though silence reigns the mind endless sound,
And reason shrinks beneath imagined fright.
Thou art the fog that veils both sun and star,
A cage unseen that still confines the soul
Thou make the near seem distant, joy seem far,
And break the self once steady, calm, and whole.
Yet in thy storm, I search for breath anew!
For light grows where shadows once we knew.
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