The Master Piece Poem by Antonio Liao

watch as the sky turn to blue and the ocean
turn to gray, nay all have come to meet
the clouds, the distance calls only its name
and the wave paddle the stone to form a
tiny pebble teasing the current for the fish
to swim

a pure gem, glitter as the sun shape the color
to form, yet the shape capture the eyes on
what beauty it possess, until the endless passion
of the heart comes to ponder the calling desire
to hold beyond the trembling fingers of
satisfaction to die

all have the infinite lord to what the design
of the heart unfold, for nothing that behold with
out the greatest mind that foretold the meaning
of something; for seeing beyond is a cost to pay,
even the end is not enough to lay the beginning
of the hands

the lips murmur as the eyes wanton the endless
desire to end.....