I see the moon in its waning phase
The cold,dark night it chose to embrace.
Turning itself into crimson orange and white,
illuminating the surroundings with its light.
It sinks itself and is nowhere to be seen.
The street lamp flickers,
leaving me thinking
If my eyes could take pictures.
The sky is the unusual shade of purple and blue,
the sun will show itself soon.
My lungs enjoy the fresh air
while my body screams for rest.
The breeze hits my body and makes me shiver
My eyes are desperate to click this picture.
The clouds form an unusual pattern,
something even my phone refuses to capture.
A delay of a few seconds and it's gone.
8 megapixels are not enough for this beauty.
The sun continues to shine fiercely.
Here I stand questioning myself,
Why can't my eyes take pictures?
The sky is a beautiful mixture of two
one half of it is orange,the other blue.
Sweat stings my eyes and my body
screams for relief.
But the view of the sky is something I refuse to believe.
In a matter of minutes, it turns itself into electric blue.
Making a breathtaking view.
Someday our human eyes will be strong enough,
Someday they will take pictures.
Someday we shall look past our desire to be perfect.
And live life hard with every breath.
Wrote it in late 2011.
