True Beauty
In the silvered light of the moon
In the quiet of the valley,
When the colors of the day fade away,
And all is gray.
When the rose is no longer lustful red,
Nor the desert flower golden,
The soul dos bared and all do see
Their spins and thorns wholly.
And as the night lily opens
Her soft petals in the moon light
For no one to see.
She begins to weep over
The worlds lost beauty.
Caused by not the moon, but by the sun.
The sun, who hides the world
Behind the veil of light.
Who causes the hearts of men
To be lulled in by false beauty.
Only to bleed as they touch beneath
The Rose's petals.
And so, the sun dies behind the mountains,
So awakes the nightingale
And she begins her sweet serenade.
And if one took care to listen,
They would hear of times long past.
Of times when beauty wasn't seen,
But was felt by the soul.
When the word of a man wasn't forgotten,
But was carried with him 'till the end.
And all who would listen, both man and beast,
Will pause on their journey,
And mourn as does the night lily.
Over the loss of true beauty,
The beauty of the heart and soul,
Drowned in the light seen by eyes,
And covered in superficial colors.
Though the light of the moon may be harsh,
It does not judge, but it shows to all,
The souls of the wicked, and the pure.
It spares no one innocence.
But yet see we begin to truly see,
To see with our souls,
The nightingale is silenced,
And the lily once again hides,
As the lark's harsh cry is carried
O're the lighting sky.
As the thorns of the rose once again hide
Behind the light the sun does give it,
The hearts the mourned in tune with the lily,
Though the song sung by moonlight,
Shall remember where loveliness
Truly does lay.
In the hearts and souls of the pure,
Both strong and meak.
In those who cry passionately
Over what has been lost.
And they do remember how to look
Past the colors of the day,
To see the soul, to see the beauty, the thorns.
Now, ma6y man be filled
With love and joy as it once was.
Before greed, lust, and hate
Clouded the hearts of man.
May we rise from the ashes of our past,
As does a phoenix, to be reborn,
Whole and new.
To fill the Earth once again
With the beauty it once bore.
With the love and kindness that once flew free
Over plains, over mountains and seas.
Though the moon, sun, and storm.
May we once again
Feel the love of the soul.
May we once again live free.