I have always felt a peculiar connection with the moon, like an enchantment. I suppose this is true for most people. She does, after all, tug at the very molecules from which we’re formed and influence the tidal flows of our chemistries.
Moonset
Upon a streaming cloudscape floats directive moon;
Like a feather falling drifts perfective moon.
Soundless autumn breezes rustle unseen leaves—
Silhouettes of trees beneath projective moon.
Moonlight flickers faintly, cast through broken shroud;
Gently in descent retreats respective moon.
Shifting slow and silent against the depths of night,
Radiant vapors phase below reflective moon.
Soundless on horizon, a cloud-like dragon flies,
Final hues reflecting from far prospective moon.
Still, serene, amazed, Zahhar observes alone,
Distant shimmering moods of our affective moon.
This is my 17th ghazal.
Publication History
The Ghazal Page (web-based) — August 2003
