Oct 01
Mackenzie 101's picture

Beaming Beauty

The blur of the lights,
The site of the the city,
To me, I find it all quite pretty.
As I slip on my glasses,
And smile with a gleam,
I wonder why I see these colorful beams.
The pinks, the blues, and the faint greens,
I ponder why these colors are seen.
So I decide to walk farther away from the streets,
But then turn back around,
Only to realize it was a dream.
I find myself in my bedroom,
Nestled under covers and,
Wrapped in the warmth of the sweet darkness.
Although I may never see the blurred lights again,
I will always remember,
To see the beauty within.