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.