She was an angel
With her alluring wings.
But the evil mind devil
Torn her limb by limb
Until he satisfied his quench.

Now the devil is beaming
In the mortal soil.
And the angel is resting
With the other angels
With her wane wings
Luminous in spirit.

When the sun went down,
the moon came out
and the stars appeared.

The streets became vacant,
Laughter from children came to a halt,
The streetlights flickered,
and the sediment from underneath our sneakers fled into the air.

The sun took away the warmth when it set.
Children escaped inside to embrace the warmth of their mother's arms.
When the moon made an appearance,
She brought the luminosity that manifested our insanity.

Although the sky's window was tinted,
I stayed outside to view the celestial body.
Luminous, beautiful, misunderstood,
I watched the sky change into its true self.

such eloquent eyes,
her luminous spirit's dance;
love, to him gifts two wings!

peace
with Muse
alone
meditating
brings luminous Light

The Night

The night crept in, slowly but surely.
The night smothers the city in darkness.
The moon shines bright.
The hall light creeps beneath my door.
I glance at the stars, and see such beauty.
I wonder, are you looking at them too?
Wondering if I’m watching the same stars as you.
My mind seems to be drifting away,
Just like my worries.
If I say starry night, I expect you to think of the
Time you were laying on a grass field
Staring into space, even if you weren’t.
The murky sky and the luminous
Stars put me to sleep.
I am safe and warm in my bed,
Underneath the night sky.

They always were as they are now, weaving there
toes between the earth. Do you know how many footsteps
can move the earth beneath the impressions of the
gravity of there every single motion.

                                                               "No neither me,

But their inclination of premature motivation is the
driving force between every footstep that greets with
forward motions. The phosphorescent blossom that
is held within each others possession that neither will relinquish.
                                                     ­                 
                                               ­  "Does breath extinguish hope,

No it revitalises that which was given luminosity through
words of encouragement, for when the foreboding Cimmerian
clings to the edges of what was vivid but now dulled by the
effects of a stain that inclines upon the naivety of creations breath.

                                                      "­How many flickers make a light,

That was the inevitable questioning of everything that followed,
every breath that was extinguished suffocated from existences
unobscured exhalation. But breath cant be asphyxiated if each
hold an respiration of a lingering flicker. Each did breath for the other.

"Though a radiance  is extinguished,
                        *"There is always another burning bright,