She flips it and darkness leaves the room for the morning.
It was her hair that casted the net of heavenly night.
She passes by and gardens start to engage in bantering.
It was her scent that made flowers envious for a while.
She takes her eyes off, sets new things into a motion…
It was her gaze that kept hearts from the beating.
She looses the words in air and birds join the song…
It was her silence that kept the nature from dancing.
Moment she hints it, the storm barges through the window…
It was her veil that was keeping the wind light.
She discloses it and downpour soaks the whole street,
It was her secret that kept clouds from their might.
She treads softly, sky shatters like the earth beneath.
Was it her distance that kept the constellation going?
– Dedicated to poem, that unsettles before it puts in a blissful comfort. The beauty and eloquence that charms and leaves bewildered.
Art/ Image Credits:
Veiled Vestal Virgin by Rafael Monti, in Chatsworth. Photographed by Nivek671 (DeviantArt)