Sonnet 39

Whence will thine eyes release me from the rain, That floods thy face with fountain cries of fear? Hence harm that harmonizes heartless pain, With no disguise for thunderstorms or tear. 'Twas salted seas that sailed beneath my brow, With hiccupps of a heartache left by her. No news will nevermind the nausea now, Inside my soul that stirs with no answer. Shall stars surprise this spirit with a smile, After sunsets that shadow seas of sin? Believe I breathe a breath that mutes to dial, A happiness that heaven loathes to win. Deceive me dear as I will drown this day, With tears tomorrow timidly today.