Under the Sun and Moon
I come to you,
in the hot blazing sun;
in this quiet place somber and subdue,
flaming sun is burning my hair gold spun.
Your flowers dry,
that yesterday I placed with a sad sigh.
The sun is scalding me,
close by the shade of a tree;
and weeping angel statue . . .
What is written can never be undone,
but still my love, I have asked God why?
Crying I fall to my knee.
And in my dream,
an apricot moon called,
shining brightly down on me a gold beam;
and from my cozy bed I slowly crawled.
To drift and float,
to that quiet place somber and remote;
oh, I see your name,
under the moon aflame.
Really I should scream,
but I don't for entwined we are sprawled;
and together my love and I, are afloat.
His whisper, so happy you came.
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May 27, 2020
Poetry/Rhyme/Under the Sun and Moon
Rhyme Pattern - ababccddabcd
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1256-244-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the contest, The Sun and The Moon
sponsor, Chantelle Anne Cooke
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