Intrusive Sun

A sonnet where a new day is not always a good thing

I awake before the breaking dawn,
to steal a moment from veiled night.
Drinking in the ambience,
of your presence beneath moon-light.

Knowing too soon you have to leave,
and I too must face the coming day.
But yet for just an hour or two,
I can still hold you close this way.

Snap shots taken with the lovers eye,
n'er fade nor need the albums clutch.
As once more I frame your sleeping face,
and ease your dreams with tender touch.

So let not the sun intrude and rise,
as I kiss sleep from gentle eyes.

Author's Note

Just wish sometimes time could be captured as easy as a photograph, held and enjoyed at leisure.

Reviews

[IAmGhost120]

This poem evokes a sense of peaceful contentment...well done!!

[Daytonight]

This is such a tender and loving sonnet. Words so sweetly penned as though touching lover's face so gently. Well done dear brother. As usual.

[annie minus]

A beautiful sonnet, your poem is a snap shot itself of a tender loving moment and what better way to always remember it than this! Love it. Annie

[Raspberry Rebel]

Delightful...Time just seems to slip from our grip...it would be great if we could hold onto it. You can't beat a good sigh inducing sonnet...loved this, simply beautiful. xxx

[J Todd Underhill]

Well done, a great piece of sonnetry here. I enjoyed it. I just placed the picture you have for your profile.... Is that Norman Bates?