The musky moon melted into the clouds
envious of the lovers’ lips and liberties entwined
as passion punctuated the passing night
they threaded time in their fevered hands.
Freely did they let freedom fly to find its home –
hearts that have and hold, and hope in love
lasting longer than their lives allowed.
Pushing pencil on paper, I tried
to weave words as wordweavers do
set sentiments into spells that make one
breathe life, live love in its grandeur
though magic is beyond my meager words.
Written for DVERSE POETS’ FORM FOR ALL – Bang Bang Bang-Crash! and for Magpie Tales 176 which provided this image prompt:
The turn that moonlight and freedom took was inspired by my husband’s silliness while I was bemoaning my lack of poem. 🙂