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Arkane Sep 2015
Moon:
“O Sky! How hideous, and dark am I?
With hatred, looks a tiny fly.
O Sky! How evil, and ugly am I?,
Even death is too scared to cry.”

Sun:
“O friend! Don't heed the fly nor death,
They are the waste-lings of the earth.
O friend! Take a part of my breath,
and be renewed, with a new birth.”

Moon:
“O Sun! How can I,
Am I not the ugly one?”
Sun:
“O Love! How can you not,
Am I not the mighty one?”

Moon:
“Thankful, am I to you,
Humble, am I to me.”

Sun:
“O Love! How beautiful you are,
The light, you always scare away,
But night always welcomes you.
But I still for-see, a peaceful way.”

Moon:
“O Sun! Did I not tell you?
I am the ugly one.
Even you ran away from me,
Where do I run?”
A conversation between Sun and the Moon, before the Moon got bright and beautiful
Arkane Sep 2015
With every tear you drop,
Its my heart that stops.
Don't cry, it breaks my heart :)
Arkane Sep 2015
From near the clouds i saw, a host of golden tulips,
Their petals like sunset skies, kissing the sun's lips.
A short poem with a complex meaning, please tell what you think it means :)
Arkane Sep 2015
Love, a flame that burns in water,
When the ice melts, it but freezes,
The hottest day departs, but it gets hotter;
Leaving behind a husk, autumn deceases,
But Love descends from the Heavenly Sky,
To wake who died and perish all who ask, "Why?"

What is it if not love?
That is born when two hearts rhyme,
What is it if not love?
That lives between Death and Time.

Ah! And Love never says the petty “good-bye”,
‘Cause it certainly returns, when say I, "Good-bye".
hmm...
Arkane Sep 2015
Sun, when drowns in the sea of love,
The stars come out to say goodbye,
And the moon watches from above,
Remembering his love with a sigh.

Light of Moon as touches the hills,
Iridescent flowers close their eyes,
Glancing, angels come out and swirl,
Harps then play to their loud cries, as
The night subsides and day arrives.
An acrostic poem: Star Light
Arkane Sep 2015
The river is singing under my feet,
As I balance on this broken oak bridge;
Ah! the sins of forbiddance I repeat,
As the wind blows my soul into the ridge.

But what are all these dark notions worth,
If I, my voice is razed, from this earth.
Arkane Sep 2015
Infinity is finite to an extent of infinity,
For rises it infinite and falls it infinite;
But Time is the only other immortal born,
That outpaces the pace of infinity, forlorn;

But if Time was born and so was Infinity;
Perhaps, they are finite in their own vicinity.
Arkane Sep 2015
Art thou as Heaven, a loveliness undying?
Nay! Thou art more lovely, a flower evergreen,
That blossoms the autumn, when on earth it’s flying,
And adorns the winter in a fashion unseen;

And comes the merry spring, when I envision,
Heaven amidst thee, and amidst heaven thy dance,
Confounds which even Love, like Moon before the Sun;
Tell me, how can I not but melt before thy glance?

For thee my love, immortal, though my heart is not,
For it rusts even now, as thy essence departs;
Even Beauty herself, to me this world hath brought,
But not even she has thy heart, The Heart of Hearts.

Ah! my heart has been seized, I confess,
For it has given thou my place of recess.

— The End —