771. A woman’s sigh: more deep than oceans roll,

SONNET 771
By JH Sayyar
A woman’s sigh: more deep than oceans roll,
Soft breath bears the weight of voiceless pain,
It floats from chambers of the troubled soul,
A ghost of joys now lost, or hopes in vain.
Not merely grief, but secrets wrapped in lace,
The longing eyes dare never to reveal—
A silent speech adorned with quiet grace,
Where dreams and sorrows equally may kneel
It may be love that dared not bloom in light,
Or youth's regret, now vanished into mist;
Or anger hushed beneath the veil of right,
Or kisses once imagined, never kissed.

Attend her sighs, O world, with solemn art
For each one speaks the language of the heart.