A_Perfect_Sonnet

Ben Stivers
2/15/07

Anniversary In Minor

On the air tonight, my voice
Is a bird that cannot sing
Or carry out the phrase.
Turning the sky from night into day.

All I said was,
"Here is the key I am not."

I stood against a fire
And felt the warmth build to
An inevitable letdown of
An empty tune carried by a song.

All I said was,
"You are the sea I am draught."

My hands have laced this frame a hundred times.
Maybe I lack the understanding.
These arms have already died.

All I said was,
"You are the dawn I am dusk."