Thursday, 23 February 2017

[Ghazal] To Love

The queen moon is silent tonight
She is a dying ember contrite, tonight

Now, no longer am I his delight
He will lie in her arms tonight

Behold the myriad lovers under the stars
Their eyes shine and lips profess love tonight

 Trapped in a virginal tower of white
I write verses to the god of love tonight

Wherefore do you wait, Ilakea all red eyed?
Don't you know he is not yours tonight?

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