Two hearts lost to love
Our dreams writ across the skies,
A flight of Sun and Moon,
Bringing opportunity, not obstacles
Beguiling reality, so vivd
Yet unreal simultaneously
Are we caught in mirror's gaze
Movement from the corner of an eye
Senses prickling with realisation
Have we truly waited this long
To find and be found
Did fate flinch for us
Navigating by the same stars
Our compass points are true
The destination is unknown
Yet we yearn for the journey
We reach through that mercury
Proving no obstacles bind us
Summit mountains where others fell
Threading the needle of our dreams
Mystical is my attraction to moonlight
Luna's soft glow is an inspiration for love
Sonnets of romantic lines in rhyme to write
Silver orb resting in celestial skies high above
Revelations of her beauty when she takes flight
Stars surrounding her as lustrous petals of foxglove
*Harrisham Rhyme Form with the scheme ababab
in which the last letter of the first word of each line
is the first letter of the first word of the next line
The Easter Bunny brought me a basket filled with candy
Can I find many pretty colorful eggs
Everyone wants a stuffed bunny and that will be very dandy
Daddy and Mommy I fell and skinned my legs
Let everyone drink but I am way too young for brandy
Better watch out I am too young to drink and will see the feds.
Oh, it’s hard to thread a needle!
You must coax and beg and wheedle
Though, of course, it will ignore your fervent pleas;
For the eye’s so very teeny
That your temper might get spleeny
As the thread gets close, but just enough to tease.
So you try ad infinitum –
Thread and needle – to unite ‘em
As your patience, like the thread, begins to fray
And you realize that your sewing
Is like life, the way it’s going,
Tossing challenges to stump you every day.
Taking time to test tradition,
I entered a stage of your tragedy
where high hopes ended in question marks
as a mad dog bared its teeth.
You asked me if I'd help you
thread a needle in the dark,
and when the cold steel pierced my skin,
I felt your pain
but I let it sting.
A drop of blood upon my lips,
I waited for a tender kiss,
but you left me on a stairway in the rain
threading needles in the dark.
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