Sorrow Sonnet

Cold October wind, hear my lonely cry
Answer not with thunder, but with echoes
I do not ask for stars to leave the sky
But let me crave response from zephyr's flow...

My tears leave silent ripples on the waves--
Let them fall but raise not sigh nor moan.
Leave Spring's nascent seeds cold within their graves;
Flowers should not quit from where they were sown.

Let the white-haired moon be my only light--
The dew-cold grass makes sufficient pillow.
Do not call me forth from this darkest night;
Sleep will find my eyes beneath the willow.

Lonely wind, wrap me in your black embrace;
Let me have my tears in this silent place.