What A Pity
The horizon bleeds ruby-red,
above which a marigold moon ascends with regal splendor.
Her pockmarked face aglow;
She slowly rises like a Chinese lantern.
Dusk descends like a ghostly specter,
falling ever so softly, inking silhouettes.
Ebony shadows in the night merge into one;
a collage of darkening shades of black.
The cosmos hidden behind blinding city lights,
is lost in its totality!
Yet the heavens twinkle as trillions of glittering stars
tethered to reality, morph into fantasy.
The universe is breathtakingly mind-blowing,
inspiring artists and poets alike.
And yet, many living in today's cities have never seen the stars,
they're like phantom lights that exist in a movie or a book.
What a pity!
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2018
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