Immortal Eyes

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Immortal Eyes

Sonnet — Daily Poetry for The Master of Works #97

Why dost Thou employ beauty’s rhetoric 
On my feeble person so easily swayed,
Smiling ever so slyly from visage beatific
As if luring my errors rise again from dead!

Why dost Thou stir my heart’s silent music
With human melodies so alive and bold
Invading my placid air with passions thick
And leaving me in shambles all scattered!

Why dost Thou ban all light from my mind stark
Like some sky from which all stars have fled,
To what purpose does Thou leash me to dark
Night where I wander like a wraith unseen, unloved.

But such is my lot I do now surmise,
Yet, were all Thy lovers thus in Thy immortal eyes?!