A sonnet without the sun

How can the sea, have eyes to see, without the refection of the moon....?

The mere refraction of such possibility, entraps me like a most horrifying, tragedy

For without the dawning of a kiss, is like a song, lost, and dying out of tune

This sort of tragedy leaves no room, to consent, our senses to a greater sensibility

For how can the moon ever light up, without, a type of immersion from the sun?

Since the moon does not have a light source, to will a smile on its own

It will be like the sin of "the human race", not even one can win, to run

Only the heart knows where love goes, where, faith does not walk, alone

For where the river runs, there, a new waterfall is destined to, also, slowly, fall

Because even when all the ripples are stirring, not all eyes will see them, as endearing

Just as everyone will not always see an invisible train, or hear when the conductor calls

The most probable thing the world has ever seen, was the very end to its beginning

Every seed is all about the journey, just as how every tree must first, be planted

Despite all the beautiful things we already have, we took most of them for granted By

Wilbert Dela Cruz