Juliet
Juliet
From dusty day, a lulled sunset
A silver moon begins to rise
Darkening sultry of her eyes
I ride the road to Juliet
My pace in haste, our time is short
Upon the balcony she waits
Our love is open to the fates
If by her pious father caught
So soon our words fly through the air
Though false perception plays its part
A distance keeps us heart from heart
No holding of this night we share
She blows a kiss as dawn does break
I’m gone but with, her love to take.
Written in Italian Sonnet
For Isaiah Zerbst Contest
14 February 2014
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