705. Beneath the earth, silence holds its reign,

SONNET 705
By JH Sayyar

Beneath the earth, silence holds its reign,
A bed of dust enfolds the form once bright;
No cry of joy and no echoing of pain,
Disturbs the hush that cloaks eternal night
The stone stands firm, speaks in solemn tone,
Of lives once lived, of love, of fleeting breath;
A name, a date, a line—etched deep in stone
A whisper of the soul that danced with death
Yet not in vain this mound of soil and gloom,
For from decay, the seeds of hope arise;
The rose may bloom beside the silent tomb,
And starlight watches with ever-patient eyes.

Though flesh fall, the soul shall rise above
The grave is but a cradle for a new love.