789. O hollowed orbs that bear the weight of years,

SONNET 789
By JH Sayyar
O hollowed orbs that bear the weight of years,
Where silence pools in shadows deep and wide,
Your gaze is forged of iron, not of false tears—
A storm once wept, now turned to stone inside.
Each wrinkle sings of nights you bore alone,
Of fires burned low, yet never truly dead;
A soul carved thin by love and loss full-grown,
Yet dignity still crowns your weary head.
The world looks past, not seeing what you are
A vessel of old truths, both fierce and wise
But I have seen your eyes eclipse a star,
And mourned the stars, faded from the skies

For beauty sleeps where sorrow dares to roam,
And in your stare, the universe finds home.