The ones who aged in their minds,
said the world was dark and dread.
I figured they could be right,
but I was still young in my head.
I found the place with much too light.
More flame than would be the need to ignite.
There was light, in glares and glow,
gentle in a friend, harsh in a foe.
Light consumed my hide outs
in obsuring luminescence,
reduced my headful efforts
for fading evanescence.
But yours…
just simply said, “Moonlight and candle’s soft glows,
let not blemishes be seen.
For all is beautiful in the eyes of beauty.”
And since you deny my scarred face and lies…
to tell you what glares and harsh light
reviews of me,
-remains but, my humble duty.
