Where Rests, That Lost Moon and Its Shadowed Light
Where Rests, That Lost Moon And Its Shadowed Light
Where flies lies, bright gold and fancy will do
Grim Reaper's scythe also cuts grain for sweet bread,
Darkness claims such tripe is novel and true!
Ah but! What shall be found only when dead?
Where rests, that lost moon and its shadowed light
Stars dim in chaotic and morbid tunes,
When deep-blind, darkness may appear so bright
Waters drank gaily from tallest sand dunes!
Where stones falling are held to be sweet signs
Innocence goes hungry, wears dirty rags,
Evil dwells content in high mountain pines
Soft clouds crash into high rocky crags!
Where flies lies, bright gold and fancy will do
Darkness claims such tripe is novel and true!
Robert J. Lindley, 6-07-2017
Sonnet.
http://www.lindleypoetry.com/
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