Love At Dawn II

She awakes at dawn ‘neath bright blue skies,
Her love there beside her sleeping; closed eyes.

She thought till now that love was not her gift.
Thankful, she praised heaven, weeping; closed eyes.

With dawn, her love stirred and roused with sighs,
Memories of night flashed keeping closed eyes.

Their love entangled them both once again.
Beyond morn’s end, spent unsleeping; closed eyes.

Into the evening, they worship this gift.
Passion rushed, fire spent, sleeping; closed eyes.

– Written for Jane Dougherty Writes, Poetry challenge #44: Ghazal. Prompt word “Dawn.” Photo from Pexels.com. This is my second attempt as it appears I was missing an important part of the form. There should have been an inline rhyme preceding the refrain. See the first try here.

Love At Dawn

She awakes at dawn ‘neath bright blue skies,
Her love there beside her with still closed eyes.

She thought till now that love was not her gift.
Thankful, she praised the heavens with closed eyes.

With dawn, her love stirred and roused with sighs,
Memories of night flashed behind closed eyes.

Their love entangled them both once again.
Beyond morning’s end, they’d spend with closed eyes.

Into the evening, they worship this gift.
Passion rushed, energy spent, now closed eyes.

– Written for Jane Dougherty Writes, Poetry challenge #44: Ghazal. Prompt word “Dawn.” Photo from Pexels.com. This  attempt, it appears, was missing an important part of the form. There should have been an inline rhyme preceding the refrain. See the updated version here.