Lucidity

Vanished clarity through cloud’s opacity,

Wherein cryptic light tried to hide from reality.

Days go by, still can’t acquaint translucency,

From nature itself is anguished; tearful and rainy.

 

Decently-looking blue, yet unhappy;

Too high to soar for a dreamless identity.

How ugly your day is, knowing its false beauty,

Without the glimpse of life, pure obscurity.

 

Sea mimics its darkness with scattered flares at night;

Morning kills mourn with a chance of hope in sight.

Daily appearance with gentle might,

As it goes clear without a sign of smite.

 

A celestial gift from divinity still got dirt in white,

Perfectly imperfect, lamely bright.

Oh, how awesome seeing it so tight,

Full of intention, genuinely for flights.