Not Anymore: A Ghazal

The dead fireflies don’t flicker anymore
Hope doesn’t glow and glimmer anymore

My indigo vision can see the unseen
They won’t pipe and twitter anymore

The inkblot test of love bodes ill
Maybe we won’t be together anymore

So what if this doom was our destiny
Cheer up, let’s not be bitter anymore

So what if we have everlasting winter,
Eternal autumn, no summer anymore