Painted black
What do you see betwixt that bleakness of the night?
When there are no moon beams shining without any starlight
‘Painted black’ is but a marvellous mystery
Where I will open my eyes and imagine images easily
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There in the darkest place I can see colours of foresight
Mythical monsters and creatures can delight
Millions and trillions of minute pixels but they are there alright
A dazzling array of anythings so vivid and bright
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When I was just a tiny tot these coloured dots would appear
And in the wee small hours I would hide away in fear
But underneath my blankets well I could still see them so clear
Floating down from just above my head yet very close and near...
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wonderful poem
Jill awesome ! Loved it! A great write, just love the way it flows with wonderful imagery all over.
Your poem pulled me into another world me from its beginning to its end.
Great title too... And are you too a Rolling Stones fan!!
Thanks for sharing, stay safe and take care.
And pinned to reread .
Well I love the Stones they are legends n adore watching Mick lol awww Thanks so much u r a ⭐️
Awww Thank you my poetic good pen friend❤️❤️❤️