BeauThy by Jordan Steele

You silence this lips, as they try to carve your beauty in air but,

This mind wouldn’t shush, it goes on about you, and on,

So goes the legend of the Kilimanjaro mountain folks; two precious treasures,

the remnants of the first star to form, fell to Earth, now hidden in a sacred place,

Hundreds of elegant soldiers guard the bright black orbs,

as they swaddle in a sea of white cloud,

Why shame the auroras ? Centuries it believed it’s the most grandeur, most magical,

I gazed into the orbs for three, no two seconds,

I am no longer an atheist for I worship your eyes,

Bless me.