Sonnet 126
Laijon Liu 20160620
What power we have over Time
But decay, loss and desire?
Forms take shape from infant, mature to wither
Like songs proceed to their silent end
If this page, this ink, and my notebook
Can ever keep you still to eternity
Then the past greats and our loves
Will come back to our arms before we depart
How helpless we are in this universe
We must pour out our soul and scatter
To know our inability, infirmity, and mortality
To swallow our sobs and face whatever that comes.
