When I'M No More

A play ends just, a wretched play, that I’m no more. And you yourself, with vex, dismay, that I’m no more? Bleeding grass, burning air, woods ashen, and you weeping, It’s a bit too convenient, nay, that I’m no more? The letter with the rhymeless elegy-- it’s soaked, I hardly muse now, what you’ll say, that I’m no more! Stranded and shifting, quite like light on water, Dew, Reflection mine, why do you stay, when I’m no more? -Pin Dew (02/05/2017) Note: Experimental Ghazal- The lines are in Iambic Hexameter. Usually, English Ghazals follow Syllabic Prosody, but here I am using Accentual-Syllabic Prosody.