Sonnet of the Sun

by Sophie Buono

She told me she was hunting for the sun,
For golden rays had kissed her cheeks and heart.
The taste now tasted once compelled to run
A noble dream to saturate the part.

To lock that sinking, gold orb with her gaze
But not be distanced on the arid shore,
To rake her fingers through the rosy haze
Bound up with beams, as (almost) once before!

I smiled and wondered at her eye for bliss,
But also paused to add and understand:
That light is not so far that you should miss
The lifeblood earth that calls for heart and hand.

Though Sun may one day rise with full embrace,
From here, the warmth will light and lift my face.


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