Timeless Imperfections Poem by Barry Van Asten

In sensual repose and splendour
By the light of his noble spirit;
Pale and frightful and tender -
Love, which was ours to inherit,
Sunk, to the memorial night;
And lips, blood red... we remember
How souls come swift to sight:
It is love that we conquer and render.
And those eyes, deeply dark and sad,
Paused and pulled from the room
All the love and affection that had
Erupted by silence, in gloom.
With each turn of the world, a spark
Is looked upon, curled to the sun:
We are dreamers to dance in the dark
Of these depths deceitful - we run,
And the essence of beauty, confounding,
Captures my heart and my mind;
The rhythm and serenade pounding:
My dull brain begins to unwind
And your lips in soft moisteness, repeating
The love-words we chant, we enflame;
We know that this love is just fleeting,
Still fear and regret was our shame.