Where did your smiles go woman,
Who is the sadness, who is the thief,
Who saw your happiness as diamonds in the night
And stole them for himself?
The landscape of your face that is empty
Of the flowers and fruits of your smiles
Is a mad season I am loath, but willing, to endure.
The air is parched without your blossoms.
I would cross the fields of night with open eyes
Until I have your thief in chains,
And by the light of day I shall banish him.
And my shadow would walk far away from yours
If in the silence you tell me the name
Of the one who stole your smiles: mine.
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Sonnet XII (by d. steine)
Do not go with the migration of birds,
Do not be a season soon to end
For the sky would be empty and infinite
And my eyes would be lost in an ocean of darkness.
Do not be a voice thrown into the wind
And scattered among distant shores
For I would walk and dive to find the pieces,
Impossible as it may be to find them all
I do not ask for you to be so close to me,
Nor do I demand that my hands could discover you
As a child would after leaving the womb-
Only that you be the stars to my eyes,
Distant and silent but there, with your smiles,
There, so that I could believe I am here.
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