Fate
Crescent moon
fell too soon.
Liquid beam,
moonlight's stream.
Only seen in midnight's dream.
Blissful love,
morning's dove.
All thought of,
from up above.
Rays sent down, without a sound.
Sanctioned here,
never clear.
Crippled tear,
always near.
All I crave, all I gave.
Lift me somehow,
raise my brow.
Forever now,
made to bow.
Heavens gate, my looming fate.
Copyright ©joni zipp
Good one joni thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteGranny
Back to Poetry Sunday. =)
ReplyDeleteVery nice, as usual. The pic accompanies perfectly.
-susan
As there's no Poetry Sunday yet, I came to read this one again as I loved it so much. Very beautiful.
ReplyDelete-susan