Night, beautiful night But why beautiful, I asked You are just void, Dark, as if hiding in a shadow, Signify inexistence Then what makes you beautiful.
Light, the night murmured faint dispersed light running through me, Making me visible enough to be visualized
If if were not for that something I have always been against, I would have never glown in the dark, Lost forever in existence.
Let go of your anger, let go your ego And once see with open mind For the world is bigger than you think.
This poem is a search, a search of what makes something beautiful.