Darkling Days

The beautiful is not chosen
The chosen becomes beautiful
The beautiful is not chosen
The chosen becomes beautiful
Please do not forsake me now
Sparkling gone
With darkling says
I drift at times I know it’s true
But I always drift on back to you
The beautiful is not chosen
The chosen becomes beautiful
I have never tired of
Manna falling from above
When conscious thought
Meets careless heart
And two lost souls find one fresh start
Lie me upon the earth
Feel it’s curve beneath our spines
Soon we’ll follow it around
One lost soul
Finally found
The beautiful is not chosen
The chosen becomes beautiful
These are known as darkling days
Rhyming schemes gone askew
Crackling gifts of light and air
Exploding words
Ours to share
The beautiful is not chosen
The chosen becomes beautiful