Beckoning The Fugitive Smile Poem by Fiona Sunny

Thou dearest smile within every face
Swallowed by the unpleasant girth of the frown
Hiding in fear of being trampled by the pace
Of tears in which many like thee drown

Like a newly-bud rose turns pale in the fiery amber
In the prickly heat of tragic rays
That strike the heart’s most cherished chamber
Fleeing from the pain, thou hast vanished in thy haste

Try heading thither the past of times
When thou had strutted the path of joy
Humming the same tune of cheerful chimes
That beckon the fall of many a killjoy

Remember the time thou arrived as a spiritual sage
And every scorn and wrath did flee
Think of the moment thou blew off the age
When the tear claimed victory over the glee

How glorious was the soul that thou had reigned?
How richly did beauty wreathe the face then?
Wasn’t it praise and awe-struck eyes that thou had gained,
As thou presented on thy beloved’s face nothing but heaven?

So why not come back wither thou hast gone? –
And spread thy self over idle lips
Lending thy goodness so thou may hone
Glory and beauty by a ray from thy lips.