Sonnet 059
Laijon Liu 20160413
Nothing really changes, only the forms
Vary as poetry music and physical matter
Fluid motion of particles and waves
Constantly beguile our eye and mind
Homeric singers sang Hercules and Troy
Dusty faces of warriors in anger and pain
Your stage showcased similar tragic stories
Different costume and names end in grief
Humanity in exile, war, in search of greatness
Holds its sword and its own skull muses
Our eyes fixed on the hollow world
To find and praise Beauty as it should be
I have read the past greats and you
All spectra of sunlight brighten up my days.
