806. When silence breaks beneath the moon’s sigh,

SONNET 806
By JH Sayyar
When silence breaks beneath the moon’s sigh,
And stars bear witness to a heart’s lament,
There echoes deep a lone and aching cry
The soul’s confession, weary and unbent
No laughter soothes the hollow left behind,
Nor time can mend the echo in the chest;
Love's cry, freed, no comfort seeks to find,
It haunts the hours, denying peace or rest.
Once was sweet, now burns with bitter flame,
The rose has thorns, still the heart believes—
It calls the vanished by their dearest name,
Clings to dreams like autumn clings to leaves

Though love weep where hope and sorrow lie,
Its soft cry still proves the heart can never die.