Sonnets

Regret that I've let go your hand

Girl, could I once more clasp your hand in mine?

Would you let me look again at your eyes

And watch the Sun resting inside you rise?

Feeling your heartbeat again tis fine,

More fine than the dream I had deep last night

Chasing after you, never getting close

Lost in a world where I can’t write you prose

And never anymore tell you goodnight.

I slept this dream years-long and counting,

Hoping on every morning to awake

To dawn of a lovely, lovely daybreak,

Your soft brown eyes come to meet mine, lulling,

While I wrap your hands warmly in my palm.

This time, I won’t let go of you bygone.