Sonnet 027
Laijon Liu 20160312
What makes you weary
and toil all day, every day?
What makes you haste
on your endless journey?
What makes you awake
in bed and restless?
What burdens you
after your heavy labor done?
Something or someone
at far distance
That always draws
your mind, always
Sleepless, tossing
and turning in bed
Staring at darkness
like a blind trying to see
O, your soul’s
imagery sight, or a friend
Does he give you
vision and light?
Like that round moon beneath the night sky
Even make your nights seemed beauteous?
Ah, labor at day,
dream at night
For what you must
try, but probably never find?
