Beauty....

Beauty.... The moody morning sky, covering my palette again white, green, yellow, zinc white and red the ev'ning planet, spinning on, the wintry rains in vain my lover's blue came in, ev'ryone drops dead. While gazing at the movements, perplexed and cool white turns black, ruby red a brownish mess, the fool where is he, where is he, my metaphoric lover, acentric he moves on with the blackest cover. The dark green trees are gazing at me why are there deep-blue clouds, treading forth, why? I lose trees out of sight, gone is the lovely emerald light now almost night, all blackest diamonds sleep tight. Awfully sleepy, my mind is heady, my passion blurred, when I gave up, I see beauty, how absurd! My most magical moon right on the spot, is the most beautiful fluorescent biggest dot on the home firmament beauty on its spot hypnotizing heaven-high below the residence of God.... © Sylvia Frances Chan A.D. Tuesday the 11th of December 2018 @ 7.56 hrs. A.M. West-European Time