Teasing Light
Through
squinting
eyes the moon
hangs against sea
of gray hues drinking
the sight of clouds sailing
tearing through the sky, moving
forward; with a breath beneath the
heavens my soul you command. With a
trumpet of harmony sweetened fragrant
bloom band emerald in the balm teasing light
on my palm of my hand marooned inside a dream.
4/2/2018
Nonet with 12 lines 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12 syllables total of 78 syllables
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2018
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