Sonnet 1 - Why Can'T My Eyes - Poem by Henrik Berg
Why can't my eyes from your cheer image sway
When the sight brings me naught but hollow pain.
For, to see is to dream we were again,
And make reason, logic, like leaves decay.
For autumn holds still, the world I wander,
Preparing for cold and quiet sleep
Until love, like sun, winters shroud do sunder,
And springs sweet blossoms again I can reap.
But until then, I'm cursed to feel the same
Painfull passion at the sound of thy name
Memories clouded, but still clear as glass
As the thought of your touch still excites me.
Memory of night t'was; Nevermore be.
For new must come and all moments pass.
A while longer my spirit you will hold,
But not from love, sweet emotion, nor hate,
Hate for that spirit. (that spirit so cold)
Hold it in trust, until time shows our fate.
Then, to new adventures we can travel,
As I leave you. Last goodbye, wish you well.
Then why can't my eyes from your image sway,
You, who make logic and reason decay.
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