Besotted
Can the sun usurp the throne
of chilling sister moon,
To warm the wily midnight air
As though it yet were noon;
And can an earthbound soul take flight
To soar beyond despair?
Oh yes – when you are there.
Can some metamorphosis
Those daily tasks transform
Into a ritual love dance
Between two souls reborn;
And can the ugliness around
Escape my blinkered eye?
Oh yes – when you are nigh.
Can the ash of burnt-out dreams
Send forth on Phoenix’ wing
The resurrection of my hopes
For what love yet may bring;
And dare I whisper of my love
Into your eager ear?
Oh yes – in dreams I fear!
Copyright © Hilary Aziz | Year Posted 2017
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