Beauty Untold

Nighttime collections of moon rays being spread upon
the surface of ocean's in this world, a beauty untold.

Reflections of the moon being seen upon the surface
as waves swell and fall upon shore, reflections then
disappearing.

Pretty little spaces of illumination never again being
recovered from depths of oceans.

Lying dormant below the waves forevermore, never again
able to be seen in life.

by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Comments (3)

Sometimes people just see the surface of beauty. There lying in the depths of life which is the inner pretty faces of beauty within our hearts. Excellent
Excellent collocation. Great imagery I like most. Many thanks.
Beautiful imagery here I loved this poem so beautiful Good read Thanks BB