Sunday, October 17, 2010

Sonnet 012

Still silence upon the solemn evening.

Lips remain sealed as the eyes speak the words.

Love sings, inaudible for the hearing.

Two hearts meet thus a clash of diverse worlds.

Eve to Adam as Venus to red Mars.

Moon kisses the sun as day meets the night.

Frightful thoughts for the sane, a lover’s curse.

To gamble and lose is fate’s ugly bite.

Yet the call of love remains enticing,

a beautiful promise of devotion.

Alas, beating heart is not for feeling,

not to hear, not to see such illusion.

Tomorrow’s destiny, a mystery.

This eve, a freedom of heart’s misery.

(c) Phoenix Montoya @ October 8, 2010