Poetry

It is simply beautiful, precious and is a rich, dark cerulean,
Painted intricately by the sky's deep, black abyss.
The pale effulgence illuminates its alchemistic oblivion,
In which beneath its surface lies many anomalies amiss.

Though it is prominently noticeable with its striking inscrutableness,
And vividly expressive with its mystifying beauty,
One cannot help but fear of contact with its enigmatic surface,
For it would emit unease with its unknown perplexity.

It can be solely be gazed upon from this figmental image,
Formed together by the depths of my contemplative visualization.
It is too unbreakable; too magnificent in its optical knowledge
That I will refrain from ridding this mind of its demonstration.

Despite the cause of this imaginary entity,
Its ability to radiate remarkably in darkness;
Its capability of expressing my own individuality,
Will not completely apply its presence into falseness.

For this body of water is my imagination, somehow alive.

Luminous and striking,
The fluorescent lake.