Out Of The Window

The speck of black hung tight The smooth white engulfed it Mounting itself like a parasite it grew Crawling seamlessly into the milky sands Barely visible to the naive eye It established it's comfortable position It came to be accepted as an imperfection Living under the great white shadow The little black eye began to open Drawing attention of the admirers Black against white was beautiful they said Unaware of the pregnant darkness The speck became a dark moon  Glistening in it's glory  The white waned to become pallid  Perfection was tainted  A mask was pressed onto the tarnish The pretense was charming Yet the dark eye blinked  Dimming the light to a flicker