929. When night falls soft upon the sighing land,

SONNET 929
By JH Sayyar
When night falls soft upon the sighing land,
Your vision rises gently in my dim gaze;
As moonlight pours wine from heaven’s hand,
You walk in my dreams through shadowed haze.
No star can shine with more enchanting fire
Than glimmers in your eyes my soul has seen;
Your lovely face, a silent echo of my desire,
Floats on the dark like some forgotten queen
Each breeze stirs leaves becomes your breath,
Each hush of night repeats your whispered name;
And though the world lies still as sleep or death,
My heart, awake, still dances in your flame.

So let the night fall deep without disguise—
For then, O love, you float within my eyes.