As the Pale Moon Rises
An autumn night, and the pale moon rises.
My mind goes back as the pale moon rises,
To a man in the autumn of his life,
In autumn days as the pale moon rises.
With talk of work that’s done and left to do.
A day well spent as the pale moon rises.
Having no regrets, taking stock of life
And what’s in store as the pale moon rises.
In quiet moments under the stars,
Stirring embers as the pale moon rises.
Seasons, people, and places fade away.
I miss those talks as the pale moon rises.
There are lessons held in these memories,
If I may ken, when the pale moon rises.
My father retired early due to health issues. As I wrote this ghazal for the dVerse prompt, my thoughts turned to him and time spent with my parents in the Eighties, during weekend visits to their home in the country.
Ghazal ~ five or more couplets, lines the same length, meter not required
~ first couplet same end words; 1 to 3 words in 2nd lines repeated; rhyme – aA bA cA dA eA
~ (optional) internal rhyme in second lines, preceding repeated rhyme
~ possible naming or reference to author in last couplet
~ traditionally invoking melancholy, love, longing, and metaphysical questions, ghazals are often sung by Iranian, Indian, and Pakistani musicians