Sonnet

( by Nick Mancuso )

i wonder tonight with what intent
she combs the hair that flows along
her breast
and i wonder with what respect
she says my name
or thinks of me at all

loves battles i have fought beyond
control,both with limb and heart
now sought

her voice cried out
in the stillness of the angry
night

sought for her on all the empty
streets,look! the stars are falling down!

down from fright, though
none of it is true

bought some time
with her.

look its all a lie
well spent

that sends the will reeling

down a darkened well
and will not stop,
will not

its just a frightened actors moon

there

i see the excess and the lack

no caress, no swoon no moon
and hence

no white-thorned rose
can bloom.