Sublime beauty hidden within the clinging walls
of a residence that had secrets unbeknown to the
outside world. Melodies were assuage in there
pristine composition, clinging to the wall writing
a brevity of afterimages beyond the veil of sight.

Luminescent webs were weaving within like a prism
conquering the veil, magnifying with each reflective
joining. Flourishing deep within were  blossoms that were
wording literal petals of beauty. But not everything
alluring is beckoning, dangerous are thorns untouched.

All things luminance aren't always the intention of bringing
light to the world. There are different hues audacious in
there devouring of the voids. Abstract  in there gentle rain
of reflective hunger. Their behaviour that of a spoilt infant
wanting more than what is given. But light always fades.

But these flowers were the seeds of the universe droplets
of luminosity that breathed light on the worlds.  
Before suns shone in there cradles these petals shone
in the void. Some reflections still linger hungering for
thorns to pierce the void for eternity that sleep in twilight.