Golden Glimpse Poem by Jorge Alexandre

Thou art to be a flower,
Counting each petal,
Whispering each fallen word.

Sunken as thy roots,
Have brought my heart forth,
To a syllable, to a blur.

Inspired by beauty,
By art at reasonable price.

For what is priceless,
But a simple return,
For what thou beauty gives,
To the life in which we die.

And it giving much more,
Than that which it will ever get,
Hopefully shall not realize,
I am the toad,
And thee the princess.

Shown in neither astounding glim,
Or gloom of hope.
And yet thou astounding be,
Like a glimpse of gold.