They say my dark isn’t lovely
As in the event that my hair is
Not the color of the night
That holds the moon in
All her brilliant wonderfulness
As in the event that the dull doesn’t mend
The wounds of an onerous sun
On the off chance that my eyes
Aren’t profound enough to capture
A kaleidoscope of colors
As if my skin doesn’t shine luminescent
Delicate sufficient to motivate you to rest
To dream up another world with my wings
An extravagant dark like a mirror reflecting
The complete wide world.
© Divya Venkateswaran
The world building in this poem is so beautiful, a dreamscape that is both inside and outside the speaker. Lovely.