Paint the Night Sky Bright

1The colours swirl in front of me,

2So bright and pretty, they are all I can see.

3The dazzling shimmer floats in orange light,

4The glimmering dust, a mesmerizing sight.

5The brush sweeps across my skin,

6A single tear falls to my chin.

7Tingling, caressing, when will I win?

8My palette dulls with time,

9Soon, I’ll run out of daylight.

10But still I pick up the brush.

11The night will come, but maybe I can paint it bright, if only…

12If only, I was not so lonely.

Author's note:

I like to start my poems with a different mood of what it truly means, so for the first first stanza, I chose words that for me show a peaceful happiness to contrast the quiet hurt and grief of the rest of the piece. Swirl, bright, pretty, dazzling, shimmer, float, glimmering, mesmerizing, sweep- are words that have a calming connotation altogether. Single, falls, dull, run out- on the other hand are words that convey a hopeless feeling.

The counterproductive act of putting makeup on and crying at the same time is an off putting feeling and quite pointless: why do it at all if it will only be ruined at the end? Any proof of it gone by when you go to sleep, and only so much worse in the next day if you don’t take it off.

In the last two lines, I wanted to impart hope. For all the hopelessness we can feel sometimes, there will always be a part of us that wants to believe in something better. Hope is as brief and fragile as the lines 11 and 12: "but maybe I can paint it bright, if only…/ If only, I was not so lonely."