More Dreams To Row
As moonshine hangs low casting light afar
with orange beams rippling on true hearts pressed;
surrounding a line of pure, coupled stars
while fingers hunger for love, possessed ...
oh, can there be a scene like this more blessed?
If life could pluck hours, let my age withdraw
come love, for we have boat rides more to row.
And as sunrise prays with the mountaintop
lapping against clear fog the prairies keep...
just there, dawn sprinkles on each dewdrop
waking the calm of a morn from its sleep
how can a day hold glory half as deep?
And if breaths could grasp ripples of life’s glow
come dream with me, for we have years to sow!
Contest of Laura Loo:
Rhyme Royal form
Re- entered 2/23/2018
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2011
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