"Lovely Grim"

Poem : Lovely Grim

As the day shifted forwards,

approaching the dusk to take hold,

When the cool breeze cools its weary brow,

It knows its turn is done and a time for a darker beauty is shown.

By the evening sun's grace

Which soothes the scars of the day.

As the darkness rose, a boy wondered,

'Why should a day so warm approach its end by the night's cool ?'

The dark canvas looked at him and smiled

As he was watched the twinkling stars, amazed.

The moon was crescent that night.

Yes, everyday the dark did rise but think, young dreamer,

'Is the grace of the dark any less than the beauty of light ?'

He wondered thinking,

he loved the stars and the crescent moon,

The pole star which always shines true.

But why did night had a face so grim ?

To him it seemed a visage, a veil, a vitality of the vile.

To hide the dark, deep secrets of the night's might.

Maybe the light that shined in the face of night,

The blazing stars and the moon were the only ones adorning it's dead face,

For reasons, beyond what he knew.

Otherwise, it had no wonder left other than

the enigma of its thousand eyes,

Which he would never decipher, never learn.

It was night, ghastly and grisly

and thus is less appealing to the light's phase ?

Why didn't I ever deem it before ? He brooded.

The boy gazed with a dreamer's spark , nevertheless, bewildered again.

This time he pondered, ' I thought the night told fleeting lies,

Promises never to be fullfilled, unlike when vowed by the day's light.

But here it gave way to something just as beautiful, the dawn..

A new beginning for a brighter day', he realized.

This cycle of day and night, dawn and dusk are the ones

Which makes all the small movements seem worthy of praise.

They were like beads of pearls stringed,

Beaded into a necklace whose charm

people didn't quite noted. But he did.

He did and he learned from it.

Thus, as dawn broke in its form,

He called out to the passing night,

'Thank you, lovely grim,

you taught me to see the light.'

Thus, at last, he found his light

which was always in his sight,

He had just never learned to see until now.

- Lyra Silvertongue 

  Written on 08/03/2025