Lovely Night: A Sonnet

Expiring eyes seek solace in the dark,

As rising night lights new born stars ablaze;

Descending birds with ringing calls so stark,

Cause an urge within me to lift my gaze

To sustain sights without the aid of day—

The bank whose pond’s ripples softly caress

Melding of hues—the meet of black and gray—

What magical gift must nature possess

But presence too little and feelings strong;

To squander this night alone would be sin—

Along with the low moon my blue heart longs,

For love to have, to hold among the din

Alas the fleeting night offers no bliss;

Nor a glance, to chance upon a fleeting kiss