Sonnet Three

Scattered across a thousand cities (After the last window darkens). The moon speaks hidden fantasies, and the sleepy sunset sharpens. Emerging exactly in the last ludicrous light (The dawn of you erects constellations). Softly, with strolling lips singing spectrally slight, the rumor of your touching exceeds all aspirations. For blindly, as the nails upon the cross (A dainty destroyed hero loves you). Beyond falling for or feeling loss, your least amazing smile will do. So give what gives meaning to meaningful, the life inside you undefined beautiful.