The Pens Of Night

Eve’s charcoal canvas is silently streaked
by the vibrant luminescence of flaring tendrils
strung as shimmering rainbow lines in the darkness.

Their traces tease in a temporary wisp of radiant glow
while winding their way through the mind,
slowly wrapping it with their vivid threads,
which write their own special message
upon the heart in such intense iridescence
as they unite with the shining beams
of lamps and towering lights
to bond and link the electrified fires
and add a magical aura to the scene.

By those energize ribbons of firefly flash
suddenly the air has a web of incandescent,
temporary and fragile, yet so amazing
while it spreads its gossamer wires
across the eyes in soothing sights.

Slowly seduced to wonder
if these lines in the blackness
might have some life beyond their presence?

Still, for the fraction of flame they possess
the imagination feels a tale is penned
as their mystery and appeal
fill the quiet with possibilities.