Sonnet XVII – Bleeding moonlight

Another trip through metaphors and memories

Sad night, weeping under bleeding moonlight,

As I watched its bereaved tears from a mound,

Then I followed its voice through that night,

Beautiful as black sky, but aught I found.

 

The voice misled me to a dark forest

But I followed its stardust to a space

Bereft of leaves or trees, just toxic mist

Where a figure stood while I tried to trace

 

Then a power sucked me straight to the sky

Up and amid the shimmering star light

And to a far, cerise star I did fly

Where my lover’s soul resides and alights

 

Where her tomb rests, and our memories too

That star where the bleeding moonlight is blue 

Reviews

[Dalia]

this one is very sentimental and beautiful
great 16th sonnet, go on :)

[Adam Lebzo -RonninWarrior-]

thank you, Dalia

17th*

[Dalia]

yes 17, am sorry