Reversals Comments

How many dawns have failed to become morning, and then fell back into a waiting darkness. How many tides have checked themselves, their water seeping into the sand within sight of the beach? - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I have no fear of such things, because I focus on your face, whose changing expressions are always bright and fresh. I come to this poem to read it again again for its beauty.

Daniel, when I read the last three lines I was surprised and delighted. I wasn’t expecting what you say there after the questions. It’s lovely, this poem, and lyrical. And I notice it has fourteen lines! —It is indeed a short or little song as sonnet means. Cool! A couple of details: the first and fourth questions need question marks. -Glen