Luna's Lambent Sweep
Like a mourning dove, my lament is spilled
I cry in grief as shadowed night grows cold
Spirit crushed from love's promise, unfulfilled
Burdensome sorrows in my heart unfold
Succumbed by tears, I piteously weep
In sullen thoughts and restless sleep, I dwell
'cross the skies, Luna flies in lambent sweep
With consoling hope, or my tolling knell?
On winds of change, I'd soar to zenith height
With wings fanned in poetic volition
Never again fearing a mawkish night
No room for gloom, nor fear of perdition
My eyes long for benevolence anew
Where the world is adorned in hues of blue
11~17~2020
Winds of Change
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Copyright © Jenna Logan | Year Posted 2020
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