Prompt: Today’s form is Petrarchan sonnet.
It is (more or less) “an eight-line stanza (octave) rhyming ABBAABBA, and a six-line stanza (sestet) rhyming CDCDCD or CDEEDE.”
The waves roll in to crash upon
a shore as pale as cream
and dusky clouds do loom supreme,
chase away a gloom that’s gone.
Left behind, this blooming Babylon,
not sinful, but serene,
where we may sit in daytime dream,
at least until you’re gone.
Still yet I wonder on that place,
where once we felt no stress.
Still yet I long to see your face,
the man I loved the best.
Still yet your memory I retrace,
now you are laid to rest.