anima animosity...soul & mind.

The lonesome moon hanging alone
in the abyssmal darkness
of the glorious night..
the sombre heavenly dew
painted the moon
soothing the bereaved stars
dazzlin in its own aura & light.

A grey stretch slowly n silently
criss-crossed the vast sky
the moon with its envoy,
tired of burning all night
tried to shy away
behind the violet clouds.

The visage of the sky
was streaked with
the redness of the bloomin rose
enlightening the dark
and faded glory of night.
the teary dews were present
as pearls on the green:
a parting gift
from the departing night.


The mind lost in its soul.
The soul lost in its mind.

The Aurora at its best....