Sonnet XXI – moons will be

I don’t know why, I don’t know when or how
My night descends and ends without a cause
The darkness comes e’en when I don’t allow;
Then daytime bright while looking at the flaws.
I want to make some sense of how I feel
See reason in the smiling or the sighs
Yet thinking fails when feelings take the wheel
I can’t control when moon will set or rise
CONTROL is my Achilles’ heel, you see
I like to think that I can call the moon
But moons will be where moons are meant to be
They wane, they wax, and not too late or soon

Time to relax and just enjoy the ride
And learn to live before I find I’ve died.


Sonnet for a Sunday – #SFaS

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