The True Me
Early on the sky was dark
Hints of navy on a horizon
She laughed and stars shined forth
Illuminating all
Then came the dull sparks of flame
The muted hues of a pale sunrise
Darkened storms masking light
Hiding beauty from sight
Light crashed and wind roared
The sky a fury whipping through
Temporary though just as cruel
Sapping the world from light
Dusk broke through the scattered clouds
A blazing show of crimson gold
The glory free after pouring rain
He was a rainbow sunset
This poem is about:
Me