The Dying Light

Your eyes of blue
Such a fleeting sight
Rare and precious
In the dying of this light
At first cold and distant
They are soon realized magnificent

Your hair of brown
Tries to hide your frown
As you look upon the world
Over the chaos unfurled
But seeing your smile
Makes it all worthwhile

Your skin of cream
Pale as it might seem
Will glow and gleam
As the dying light
Turns into the night
You step out of your fright
And into the fight

Reviews

[Desiree O'Neal]

This was really great. inspiring.