Surrender sky-clad to the Moon Heal, love, rest, grow, bathed in her glow Soul singing her clear silver tune Surrender sky-clad to the Moon Accept the Goddess given boon Love that will never cease to flow Surrender sky-clad to the Moon Heal, love, rest, grow, bathed in her glow
There will be a different world after In the future nothing keeps us apart Smiles full of kisses and carefree laughter Minds seeking wisdom, life together starts Newfound hope grows love and light in our hearts Open honesty builds foundation trust Playing together with passion born lust
Frank hosts The Perfect Seven Lines in Meeting the Bar over at dVerse. The challenge is to write a poem with seven lines. He also says: “The number 7 suggests “perfection” for some and so in the midst of this virus and market volatility, I was looking for something positive to think of rather than the uncertainty we are in.”
I took the extra challenge to write a Chaucerian stanza or Rhyme Royal, a seven-line poem in iambic pentameter with a rhyme scheme of ABABBCC, and try to keep it light, positive and hopeful.