Form: Flying Bird Sonnet
Upon the Earth, beneath the star-filled skies
the moon has cast her magic on my eyes,
the love I feel no longer in disguise
as mists are cleared by gentle rainbow sighs.
From far-off oceans ruled by Neptune's law
to distant mountains where the dragons roar
there is no joy or pain that stands above
the thing I know inside my soul as love,
and even when my tears can cry no more,
I look to love again, to ease the sore.
My tribade dreams begun, one thought implies
in life and death it's love that keeps us wise
and all the words I write a mere reprise
I made before when gazing into her eyes