934. With fall of night, I miss you, dear, more,

SONNET 934
By JH Sayyar
With fall of night, I miss you, dear, more,
When stars like silent watchers light the sky.
Your voice distant, echoes through my core,
And dreams of you in shadows softly lie.
The moon ascends, a lantern pale and wise,
Its glow a whisper of your absent face
I search the breeze for hints of your replies,
But find instead a hush, a hollow space.
Each ticking hour, a tolling of my heart,
That beats alone where once we beat as two.
Though daylight lets me play a steady part,
The dusk betrays how much I long for you.

So night becomes the cradle of my pain—
And yet, in dreams, I hold you close again.