Well, After a short repose it certainly seems I was missed, so here by almost demand, is another villanelle I whipped together
Dawn
Moving on this night full of dread
The clap of our hearts beat as one
Because I can see daylight ahead
Yet now darkness is so all around
We must echo the night-song sung-
Moving on this night full of dread
I see the daylight, almost overhead
We must run, down this long tongue
Because I can see daylight ahead
The moon, she still smiles, half dead
But there, telling me what has rung.
Moving on this night full of dread
Head high, I see pale purples bled
Out of blue, and orange o’er sprung
Because I can see daylight ahead
We should know better than wed
The night, still as though we’re flung
Moving on this night full of dread
Because I can see daylight ahead
Monday 19 July 2010
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