I travel nightly to and fro on windswept sandy dunes,
and watch the far side of the moon, for it won't face me here.
I hear the Mourning Dove start sighing meloncholy tunes
in morning light, which starts too soon, and always finds me here.
I ponder life so quizzically, and contemplate the rhunes,
for I must never ask the Moon, whose silence chills me here.
Behind the glowing clouds that veil the fine majestic moon,
the bride awaits beloved groom, as I stand watching here.
"I am your mate, have you forgotten, my dear silent Moon?"
"We are a single flesh, in tune. Why have you left me here?"
"Your face aloft and turned away, to stars you wail and croon,"
"and seek your other now lost Lune, while I am waiting here!"
Her farthest edges faintly glow. I'd pay to watch her swoon,
to my heart's rhythm late in June, yet I'm imprisoned here.
My chest, that swells by what I knew of times our love did bloom,
deflates remembering its doom, and I am stranded here.
"Too high to reach, in clouds cocooned, my far beloved Moon,
return to me on Earth and soon, or find my bones still here.
(C)2020, Christos Rigakos
Jul 13, 2020
Jul 13, 2020 at 10:29 PM UTC
I travel nightly to and fro on windswept sandy dunes,
and watch the far side of the moon, for it won't face me here.
I hear the Mourning Dove start sighing meloncholy tunes
in morning light, which starts too soon, and always finds me here.
I ponder life so quizzically, and contemplate the rhunes,
for I must never ask the Moon, whose silence chills me here.
Behind the glowing clouds that veil the fine majestic moon,
the bride awaits beloved groom, as I stand watching here.
"I am your mate, have you forgotten, my dear silent Moon?"
"We are a single flesh, in tune. Why have you left me here?"
"Your face aloft and turned away, to stars you wail and croon,"
"and seek your other now lost Lune, while I am waiting here!"
Her farthest edges faintly glow. I'd pay to watch her swoon,
to my heart's rhythm late in June, yet I'm imprisoned here.
My chest, that swells by what I knew of times our love did bloom,
deflates remembering its doom, and I am stranded here.
"Too high to reach, in clouds cocooned, my far beloved Moon,
return to me on Earth and soon, or find my bones still here.
(C)2020, Christos Rigakos
Ghazal
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