As the light does reflect,
Off the silver pond of a dimly lit eve;
Wondering eyes do meet to deceive.
Loathing and hatred inside does heed
To the overwhelming beauty of the dimly lit eve.
Gestures of a glance, thrown to the beholder,
As the eye does catch the silver glow.
Inside spite grows cold,
Outside false warmth is put to show.
The false portrait of a true being is not unusual.
As the moon does shine silver.
The glare in the eyes of the silver light grow colder.
Wondering minds never know the reasoning to the truth untold.
Will the love ever warm the cold?
Will the silver light ever turn gold?
The answer is held in the light of the dim eve,
And is always meant to deceive.
~Stacey Q