Sharp with a pointed surge,
Thrust in deep,
My bloated beats merge,
And in unison, my powers seep.
Behold! A Grace that belittled Angels,
Soared to shame aves of peace,
Eyes twinkling beyond the stars,
The archer had hit the dot!
Regrets flew to passing shadows,
A dumb witness to eternal charm,
I yearned for that flawless smile,
To make my angst to blissful silence.
Scurrying away, with a moment’s gaze,
The pleasure short-lived,
I followed the trail,
Unyielding to the murky maze.
A crooked game, Time plays,
Absence breeds prolonged pain
With Sparing flashes of joy,
From memory and hope.
Does beauty only demand
Or does it claim for a Victor’s
Guile to conquer?
The questions stream,