NaPoWriMo Day 16 : Terzanelle

Slurping in the thirst of the moon

Listening to sonar in the background as she grieves

By the time they make up it would have been too soon

The zephyr blows with an east wind gripping on leaves

Colours and emotions of different hues

Listening to sonar in the background as she grieves

At twilight Lunar hides while playing blue-eyed soul blues

Sonar gazes from a distance with hopes to set adorn ablaze

Colours and emotions in different hues

 Day by day, night by day

The sight of her becomes hard and strong

Sonar gazes from a distance with hopes to set adorn ablaze

Tapping along to a blue-eyed soul song

From dusk to dusk, dawn to dusk

The sight of her becomes hard and strong

Their time is drawing to a brusque

Slurping in the thirst of the moon

From dusk to dusk, dawn to dusk

By the time they make up it would have been too soon.