Opposite
the sun
She hides
her broken smile
But I still see the light
Each time the rain
falls from her eyes
Ice blue flames
Consume me
It'll never end
If it never starts
She mystifies
the masses
Pushing,
moving
ever faster
A blur of white
To those
who only judge
The surface
Run in the rain
So they won't see
You cryin'
But know
The sun will
shine again
And I will see
The beauty
Of your truth
Refracted
YOU ARE READING
Catalyst
PoetryArt is science. Science is art. To seek to prove this hypothesis is the greatest adventure. Breathe deep. Enjoy the ride. All it takes is one spark to ignite the passion of imagination, ambition, desire, or a dream that can change the world. You ho...
