Treasure Island

Viraj Bhanshaly

(England)

Golden Gate - Beauty/Despair


The golden gate stretched far and wide,
Till the eye can see,
The line of beauty never fading,
Strong, bewildered and free.

Caste a gaze by the shadowed eye,
It brings the brilliance bound,
But in the pupil suffering
For despair is the sound.

It echoes each vibrant step,
As if waiting for light,
Even with the brilliance,
Despair steps in sight.

Even with the beauty hold,
And with the gate solid gold,
Despair lurks round and round,
Bringing glory to the ground.

And this alas, the golden gate,
Not beautiful, but nor in despair,
Not enough to shine the world,
But given enough thou care.

Submitted: Saturday, November 25, 2006
Edited: Saturday, November 27, 2010
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