We’ll be as equals, you and I
Flooding our joy across the sky.
A stream of never ending light,
millennia behold the sight
of harvest day then harvest night,
bear witness to our cosmic sign.
Shine bright my love, no more forlorn,
reflect my fire upon your orb,
dusted beauty until the dawn
when passion wanes into sunrise.
The moon has been spectacular over these past few nights, rewarding my insomnia with the sight of my garden washed in its full white light. It was the Autumn Equinox on Wednesday, so when Grace’s prompt to write a Zéjel, which is a centuries old poetry form, clicked into my inbox, I had to give it a try inspired by this celestial phenomenom.
See Grace’s background to the Zéjel and read some wonderful versions at this link :https://dversepoets.com/2021/09/23/poetry-form-zejel/#comment-311196