That time at the lake,
As the mist looked on expectedly,
When I cried sad crystals,
And they flew skyward,
Joining hands with constellations,
It was then that I knew,
As my eyes still spilled celestial ink,
That the night sky was built on hurt lovers,
Cosmic beauty derived from pain,
The night was an anthology of romantic tragedies,
A sky of stories,
A landscape painting of bloodily cut diamonds,
Bled on to the firmament by the brush of our tears.
Crystalline Sky
Posted: Jan 13, 2022 in Poems, Random thoughts, WritingTags: alternative, Creative Writing, Creativity, Dark, dark poetry, Depression, emotions, Emotive, Facebook, Fiction, Horror, human condition, human nature, humanity, instagram, kofi, literature, Oldschool Harlequin, poem, Poems, poetry, Prose, Romance, romantic, Sadness, social justice, social media, Social network, Social networking, socialising, Society, Sorrow, Space, Twitter, WorldofHarley, Writing
Comments
Well penned. Wonderful imagery of sky and tears. A marvelously fresh perspective, Really well done.
Thank you so much my friend! ☺️
The Oldschool Harlequin
Always a pleasure, dear friend. Happy weekend.
And you too my friend. ☺️
The Oldschool Harlequin
How could the crystalline sky be so sad?!?
Pain can create wonders as well as horrors.
The Oldschool Harlequin
Yes