The Pearls

As the twilight breaks in,
the curtains depart to reveal the moonlight dancing on the waves.
So beautiful, it humbles the graceful waves
like a silver anklet on her !

So divine that it makes the ankle look dark.
The twilight fades away, and the darker it gets.
With twilight's silent footsteps fading away, the shine gets stronger
So sparkling that lake looks like an ingnificant bride coverd in gold !

With million lights shining on the lake,
Its the Moon pearls which are constant
which embrace it, control it.
Why, I wonder, would pearls so divine
define something as kitsch as a "limit"?
Why this anklet is so still, so constant?

Is it a shackle?

As the shine gets stronger and the lake darker
Why does this anklet look more like a Noose around a black mask?

Perhaps beauty does indeed lie in the eyes of the beholder.