Beauty In The Dark Poem by Terence George Craddock

this beauty in the dark
ever waiting glorious park
of light so often sparkles

in my repose night
it is a solitary slice
of vaunted heaven

meeting
in my leaven
mind

speaking
beautified words
so fine

so rarely
shared
feared

by metal minds
living
clocks gears

materialism
control power fears
inflicted mind

game gamblers
with emotional despairs
while lit artists

of light live
in perpetual harvest
summer days


Copyright © Terence George Craddock