The Eclipse

The Eclipse

 

The day is sole,

The charisma of nature,

Is on it’s top.

 

I am on my own,

Encompassed with hope,

This may be the new day,

One waited for.

 

My soul begins to raise,

Blood rushing in my veins,

It felt bizarre,

So were the fierce rays,

From the burning sun.

 

No truth, no lies,

The instance itself buys,

For whom I admire.

 

Nothing is more,

Nothing is less,

With admiration and profess,

The moment was blessed.

 

The sun in the blue,

Igniting so golden,

Like an ember on fire.

 

In an instance;

Darkness scatters,

My heart shatters,

Still a part of me believes,

It is for something,

better and greater.

 

The sun is dire,

The moon taking over,

Creating a “ring of fire”.

 

The silhouette of sun,

Remains untouched,

So am I.

Before a gentle breeze blows,

And enlightens my eyes to glow.

 

My eyes burned,

But still I won’t cede,

Because all I need,

Is a flash unseen.

 

I remain froze,

In a solitary and pensive mood,

The eclipse elapsed,

I am still stiff,

Like something crashed.

 

No umbra nor a penumbra,

The moment was sold,

As if it was told so,

I was raptured,

But for the most,

The instance was captured,

In my mind.

 

Memorizing;

An eclipse,

A moment of bliss.