When the sun goes down
And the light hides away,
The atmosphere softens into something new
Announcing the unknown’s renaissance.
A profound mystical ride is set in motion.
In the shape and form, the unseen suddenly appears;
Revealing the deepest secrets kept by the night sky,
Those innermost enigmas, preserved by the cosmos.
And just like a shell that was once shut down;
The evening, in the presence of darkness,
Announces the big revelation of a precious pearl shining inside.
With the promise of unveiling your wildest dreams.
Such treasures locked away into the abyss,
Are not visible to the eye in the presence of light.
The glittering dims what is truly valuable to the soul.
Is among shadows that the real light shines through.
Waiting all day for her to show up.
Her arrival gracefully staged, makes my heart drop every time.
And there I know, there’s nothing more I wish for.
Right before my eyes, everything, the beauty of the heavens.
Quenches my thirst for a place I don’t know but I long to go.
I close my eyes and hear a symphony.
And just like that, I feel I belong;
Among galactic fireballs and an elegant shimmering satellite.
About the Creator
Bianka
Striving to become a pure, untroubled, eye of the sun.
"If you think what you want is impossible, then you're lucky because impossible is the very nature of our Universe. It's in your nature to strive for magnificence."
My New Book is Finally Here
My poetry collection Beautiful and Brutal Things is done. It's actually done and finally published over 270 pages. Over a year of my life went into this book. More than a year, really. Long days at my computer, sometimes seven days a week because I couldn't stop even when I probably should have. Then two months of editing that felt harder than the writing itself. But it's finished, and I'm still standing, and the book is real.
By Tim Carmichael3 days ago in BookClub
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