Poem: 5
Look at the light blue eyes in the dark night,
Shining up to fairy fair, making twilight.
But the fading fireball, trying uphill, to sunlight,
But for the beauty, standing aside, giving a fight.
The son of goddess beauty, the moon, keeping white,
And other nature’s son, hill, keeping its height,
Keeping the bright rays blind, who trying for the beauty sight;
But still flying unknown, through the night,
The flying soul, the threaded kite.
But for the beauty, the sweet air white,
Swinging away, giving a struggle bite,
And now the flying soul heightening to might,
But then, the truth clear, blocking a star inspite,
Who with jealous, zealous bright, trying out better bright,
But now the sky enraged, diminishing the star to the last left sight,
O for ever you ‘em’, be with the overall beauty delight.