Without a face or time redemption
Parhelion squeals at light perfection
A beauty ominous, silent, still
A beauty exists to its own will.
A natural dominant, prominent force
Nature screaming its own course
On its own so silent, underrated still
Beauty existing to its own will.
Imposter sun, imposter light
Still show beauty to my sight
Pertaining perfection skywards still
This beauty exists to its own will.
Only copied because they lack the rest
Of the one original and the best
And I’ve found that one after my waiting
Reveals to me loneliness sedating.
Dazzling array of colours of one’s revealing
Never going dull for constant gleaming
To the naked eye this light is often missed
I trained my eye for I could not resist.
The refraction of sunlight by cirrostratus ice crystal
Parhelion to my paraselene thou appear forth to all
As nature intends to exist by its own free will
Your beauty exists forever, intoxicating still.
© Kris Blackburn 13/06/08