The darkness, so thick
Stretches in her hand
As she feel it through
Latex gloves, raven black
As the night that wove them
the moon sheds it’s ethereal glow
upon the curtains
that rattle in the zephyr cove
casting itself through the keyhole
’till it rests upon the marble mantle
where the old leather bound book
rests and breaths silently
but reverberating in the mind
The words etched on page 1
Truly beautiful people are those that can move beauty from the physical to the mind when the time is right.
a mirror which hangs on the door
permits her, through the shard of light
To examine himself
If she is truly beautiful,
As darkness may have no say over her beauty
And can itself, be beautiful.
In this poem, I have tried to make an interlude with philosophy. Saw this quote I wrote some time ago and began writing a poem to fit it. I hope it did. It’s all fictional, but fiction is not always meant to dampen reality.
Please drop your thoughts in the comments section. Thank you for taking time to go through my thoughts on paper.
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