Sonnet #1

Taos Mountain

Sonnet #1

Truth-telling moon, brightly burn my eyes
As you gaze into my room and my bed
Looking for someone who shouldn’t be spied
In my sheets, in my house, even my life.

Look each place you please. Make everything bright,
The sun has already look’d at my head.
You will never find a trace of that knight.
No matter the dreams that you stop with your light.

Ask the mountain, if you do not believe,
No one has crossed the threshold of my door
Neither to enter, be here, or to leave.
The mountain, omnipresent, all he sees.

And, yet, in dreams, my memory is true.
If the moon could see my mind, she’d see you.

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