-A rip within BeautyA Poem by M. B
Whether I have the morning light on my dewy face
That melts like candle wax; The tears that are so mistakenly placed, Yelling and screaming in the purple moonlit haze With the golden Orb rising from the east, I can never forget With what piercing brightness, Sunset brings out from within its High throne. So quietly hidden, that Not even its ironed rays know Where to lay when the time has come to Greet the Midnight Moon. Therefore they plaster themselves on a quiet, Sleeping canvas: Dimming the mourning sky With a lustrous orange drape, That hides the stars behind. Its folds creating an immerse maze Of seamless starlight. They were shamed by humble beauty, The curtain teared into strips, Revealing the hidden, Naked Night. Its violet colours now blending with the orange drape, Creating what is now known As Twilight.
© 2021 M. BAuthor's Note
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Added on December 18, 2021 Last Updated on December 30, 2021 Tags: #nature, #poetry, #darkacademia, #romanticacademia, #beige, #sunset, #sunrise, #golden, #stars, #night |