Into the distance, I humbly stare
Trying to capture a glimpse of your eyes
But you flitter away with not even a care
And disappear in the celestial sky.
I hold fast to secrets that we once shared
As the brilliance of you starts to die
Now I sit in the afterglow that you cast
And grieve for the moments that didn\'t last.
The moon rises higher, It\'s God\'s sacred gift
For all Nature\'s creatures must at some time sleep
They all close their eyes and in slumber they slip
And grasp at the dreams that were meant to be.
I look to the sky and my soul starts to lift
For beautiful stars shine brightly on me
I gladly accept the night\'s gentle kiss
And bask in the embers of nocturnal bliss.
Ottava Rima is a poem where the stanzas consist of eight lines each. Each line has a ten -or- eleven syllable count. The rhyming scheme for Ottava Rima is as follows: