Renaissance [poetry]

Mortal Splendour

Those brazen hands reached to bond

As the hues of pink graced her moon kissed skin,

Just how sunlight painted the canvas in the God felt eventide.

Silent reflections made the witchery more meaningful

A different kind of intimacy, I presumed

A playful serenade at times, memoirs of the youth at others

With none being said and all being felt

The night just stood still in the eyes of eternity

Ravishing what it did not yet understand.

Sermons withered in vain, as the stars envied the living

The sanctity of love, born again 

A letter to the lost souls.

January 19, 2022