Sunday 14 January 2018

A Curtailed Quest


I searched for those frail fingers
That painted you down;
Nature drew a veil over herself,
The gleam of the sun diminished by a shade.

I searched for him,
The artist who never appeared,
Whose art won him the world;
You came to life so quietly.

Another artist, he painted a baffling smile,
That wept, captivated  within a trivial fortification,
 Spectators flocked, but only to admire,
How could a lover be so cruel?

I have been searching long
For traces so clear, yet unrevealed until now
His feeble trails on the arcane sand,
Concealed by your flawless sorcery

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A Curtailed Quest

I searched for those frail fingers That painted you down; Nature drew a veil over herself, The gleam of the sun diminished by a shade...