Beyond The Depths

Beyond the depths of bitterness, she spies
A sensation of beauty that was lost
With crumpled sheets; despite the varied sighs
That echoed through the night; she counts the cost
Of darkness spent like that, now it’s displayed
For all to see because the sun is up:
An early riser who is not afraid
To tell it how it is and will not sup
Until dusk’s back; for no one here can save
The passing moments for a better hour,
When night and day align, and she’ll behave
Just as an angel should; because the power
To compromise and accept more is less
Is built beyond the depths of bitterness.