Sight of The Night

On a canvas dark the painter begins,
to paint the most glorious of things.

A speckle of light,
but not too bright,
emits a shudder of pure delight.

the painter began on a darkened sea,
but created light to shine free.

The painter adds
ingredients three,
to add to the sight which we see.

a pinch of distance - it's a measured art,
one which pulls the strings of one's heart.

the tone of the paint,
a glimmering thing,
creates but all of the shimmering.

And now a pearl is placed on the sea,
to be hanging there so very free.

a pearl,
as white as could be,
it is a real glory to see.

And next, the most important thing of all,
without which this beauty means nought at all.

the finest of magic,
a splendid thing,
is added as a thousand birds sing.

(for to make this magic very strong,
it is the painter who adds the finest song.)

But what's the ingredient,
the magical three,
shall it remain but a mystery?

There is no need for the mystery,
but what can the final ingredient be?

The painter smiles and his face fills with glee,
for the final ingredient is added, you see:
A moment of romance, between you and me.

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Don't hesitate to comment and/or vote.
(c) Daniel J 2005.

Theres a fair amount of metaphor, of course, in this poem. I tried, as per usual, not to put gender in my poem to make it entirely universal. I also tried not to mention the things i'm describing at all, within the poem. The title should clue you in to what it's about, for anyone who doesn't understand it...