Jaded lashes quiver,
Peering into illusions unknown.
From where I stand I see...
Darkness disappear, and dawn grow.
Till now it reflected,
A dark iris back at me.
It's a palette turning into...
Strokes of a memory.
A little morsel on nature's plate,
Crafting a dream in my wake.
Dark sketched brows...
A dash for vermilion.
Underneath I see,
Bottled up misery.
White has been mixed,
My mind jinxed.
Majentic story,
Dripping in its glory,
Splashing painted harmony.
No colour can match.
No warmth can flush,
This face,
This masterpiece of the sun's faith,
And the moon's love!
