In your beauty, how to make poems
—Rumi
With the sickle of Moons,
Time’s fine lines,
The patina of truth,
The sepia stain
Of days long fled,
The nightly pain
Of things unsaid.
Your image
Carved
Deep in my flesh,
Softens
Thoughts
Inside my head.
Don’t cry
Don’t fret
I’ll never leave
I'll be here
Through eternity.
Excellent work, John!
Thank You, @iamscottygee !