*She doesn’t always look the same
Sometimes she’s a silver sphere
Fooling you that she is bright
But she’s just a mistress of the night
Sometimes only half of her you can see
Following you wherever you’ll be
She hides while dancing in the sky
Half, still a full beauty up high
In time, she becomes thin, crescent
Like a smile, a blissful moment
She looks delicate, discriminating
Only a part of her, still breathtaking
And only those prison of the night
Will witness the euphoric stint
Of showing pieces of her then
The beauty of becoming whole again*
May 11, 2017
May 11, 2017 at 12:16 PM UTC
*She doesn’t always look the same
Sometimes she’s a silver sphere
Fooling you that she is bright
But she’s just a mistress of the night
Sometimes only half of her you can see
Following you wherever you’ll be
She hides while dancing in the sky
Half, still a full beauty up high
In time, she becomes thin, crescent
Like a smile, a blissful moment
She looks delicate, discriminating
Only a part of her, still breathtaking
And only those prison of the night
Will witness the euphoric stint
Of showing pieces of her then
The beauty of becoming whole again*
Look up, what shape do you see me tonight?
This is inspired by Phases, a poem by Midnight Rain, my friend here at HP. Thank you for the inspiration :)
