sonnet in a fleet
is my eye too rusty? is my thought too blunt?
is my inkpot empty and my will too broken?
has the rising sun become too small a token
of the truth to utter daily out front?
is my pen too tired? is my night too long?
is the dream that lingered one too many wakings
much too sweet a torture? much too close to making
smoldering affections turning right to wrong?
oh, so precious silence… how i’d trade the dawn
glorious and hopeful for the peace of Lethe
were it not for rainbows’ fleeting spark beneath the
ever dissipating clouds that wander on…
just like them, our lifetime shines so very swiftly –
one moment we’re here and in the next – we’re gone
© Liliana Negoi
Endless Journey 