Chestnut eyes
Glistening like rich amber,
Kissed by the Sun.
Scintillating a luster
so provocative
yet Ancient,
Irresistible is one
to be Entirely pulled
down the Timeless Stream
of Ancestral tales,
Now
All Condensed into
A Pair of Irises,
Shining translucently
In bottomless
Mink—
Such is
Their deeply settled and
Undiluted shade,
That in its Resolve,
Rose a Piercing
Sheen, prudently gazing
Upon the Millennia
In thousands Hitherto,
Or ever after.
Is This
The only Beauty
Tragedy is ill-fitted
to bury
Six-feet-under?
There is no Pill
Or Beverage
That can fix
It
All—
One can run,
Into the open,
Escape the slaving dungeon,
But darkness
Follows, and condenses
Wherever He should
Lay to Rest—
One can forever
Run,
Only to realize
A Life’s Time
Is not enough
To hide.
So Young one,
You and your
Unspent Beauty,
Take to the Strenuous strides;
Learn to work
In darkness,
But resting in Light.