Renaissance [poetry]

Dark Palette

In desperate plights we met

A strange comfort in the silence we shared

Stolen from the colors of the Eden

The dance of the winds, and the song of the stars,

Magnificent crimson and deep hues of blue

The memories we craved were much rich to be true

In a lifetime of pretense

I added flowers to poetry

When the night was more alive than ever,

Lies kept us going

Sweet rival of mine, I wonder at times

Does the moon look at you, the same way I do?

January 22, 2022