Flickering Globules Poem by Mihaela Pirjol

The former liquid gold of the flickering globules, flaming,
Has spilled its former glory upon a masterpiece painting:
The vintage, and opulent past, looks into your present eyes,
Whilst, your visionary future dreams at the glory of the past;

The glory of a former heart, exquisitely immortalised in art,
Contemplates the spherical imaginings in your sparkling eyes:
It envisages visions, whispers, and pain, in a vice-versa game:
Where the art with your eyes, like flickering globules play.