Sonnet 70

True beauty is not just an outward light
But often more the light that shines within;
The outward beckons moths in mindless flight,
The inward, gives the butterfly sojourn;
For outward beauty’s but a lustrous sheen
Whose glaze may yet conceal a darker heart;
And lack of luster may the converse bring
And shadow light the inward may impart.
Bright beacons can confound both moths and men
Oft leading promised pilgrimage to doom;
But from the meekest butterfly we learn,
The brighter light may burn in simple bloom;
For beauty is not always as it seems,
And dark may lurk beneath what beauty gleams.

©Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s