Sonnet I

I miss you, my love; oh, how I miss thee each moment you are absent from my sight; for when you are gone, I feel the dark night pressing round, thick and cold, though my eyes see the solar sun still shining brilliantly. The world it shines on with you out of sight-- oh, my beloved-- it is not colored right, but strangely keyed and void of symmetry. Make your absence from me brief. Speed your sun! its warm rays of love and truth and peace make burn upon my world. Night is undone; my soul from clutching darkness finds release, when you its boding powers overcome, and clothed by your light all black terrors cease. Copyright, 1987, Faye Gibson