More poem-writing, as promised.

So, in lieu of the fact that lately, I've had more to "say" than to say poetically, I thought that perhaps a poem was due.

I did promise that when I started this, I would try to post some every now and then, and one for every 4 posts seems, at least, appropriate.

Hope you enjoy.



The Darkest of Delicate Beauties

As the moon fades,
      glowing through the trees,
            ever so dimly
its rays touch the skin
      with unforgiving luminosity


The moon was always overlooked
      always second to the sun
            and its oranges, pinks and reds


But it is in the comparison
      that the mind loses its focus
            on the duality of the two beauties


Like comparing a hand to a foot


She rages - the moon,
      with her blues, whites and purples
            always delicate in her contact


Forgiving the sun's daily aggressive rays
      with her cool, beautiful light


Dancing with the sun, she keeps in step
      carefully maintaining this delicate
            immortal balance


      of prisms and light
            color and white


Her dark beauty - glimmers
      just as bright


There is no forceful break
      in her rays


Moving the tides
      she wails
            submitting to her passions


But, jealousy - no
      she has none


For what has she to envy?


None can tame her
      cooling breezes
            and meteor twilight


She is her own


Unpraised
      
      and uncaged -- howling in ecstasy