Sonnet 9

Upon the windswept shores of yonder coast,

A lonely figure wanders 'neath the sky,

To seek the love that he doth yearn the most,

Yet finds it not, though ever doth he try.

A heart so tethered to the blackest night,

Still beats with hope, a dream of sun's embrace,

And though the shadows oft do blind his sight,

He braves the storm and darkness with a grace.

What boundless sea that separates them so,

The lover and his sun, forever torn,

Yet in his heart, a secret truth doth grow,

Their love eternal, never to be worn.

For even in the dark, a light doth shine,

The sun and moon, together, intertwine.