Day
You softly rise to look upon the earth
A virgin blush as the unveiling comes
When innocence to womanhood is birthed
And rising still, your maiden blush becomes
A paler, unabashed gaze. You stare
Unblinking on the vanity of men.
With conscience burning from your brazen glare
Exposing harlotries, you seek to rend
The shroud 'neath which the ways of men now lie.
But men, as if they had forgot to blush,
Continue on under your reddening eye
Into the night. And now, with guilty flush,
You sink in crimson shame, your dying hue,
The earth made no apologies to you.
You softly rise to look upon the earth
A virgin blush as the unveiling comes
When innocence to womanhood is birthed
And rising still, your maiden blush becomes
A paler, unabashed gaze. You stare
Unblinking on the vanity of men.
With conscience burning from your brazen glare
Exposing harlotries, you seek to rend
The shroud 'neath which the ways of men now lie.
But men, as if they had forgot to blush,
Continue on under your reddening eye
Into the night. And now, with guilty flush,
You sink in crimson shame, your dying hue,
The earth made no apologies to you.