The Blinding Beauty

Hail to the light, that the sun has arise

Is it her hair in which the season’s color blooms to?

Is it her eyes, which shines like shattered diamonds against the sunlight?

Or her lips of ripe peaches, soon to dry, and withered without the touch of love    

 

Each beam of light has caused us to be blind      

Sunglasses are sold for a reason

And, just like the darkest of rooms needs to be lit up

 The lightest of room needs to be dimmed, in order to maneuver           

 

Hail to the night, that the moon has gifted me my sight

Her hair, is a jungle which surrounds The Book of Zen

Her eyes, scours the midnight sky for the brightest star

While her lips, speaks of Shakespearean and the Socratic dialogue