Your eyes, a mirror of the moonlit sky
shot stars of doubt through the moonlit sky.
Thunder struck: your words, falling from split lies.
Enlightenment the moment; mosh pit sky.
Love, as drifting clouds through hard-hit cries,
passes freely. Can I catch a bit of sky?
I turned my head, you kissed my lips, a comet high
like fireworks exploded, half-lit sky.
Our rendezvous proved time can’t mend slit lines;
pierced, smoky promises the jet-writ sky.
Poetic inspiration~ dVersePoetics: FormForAll: On Ghazals and the Ghazal Sonnet w/ Semaphore
A work in progress… I know I didn’t include my name on the last couplet… I plan on adding to this.