Of All Things Beautiful 

Glimpses of beauty seem to intertwine;
Of special feelings falling from a divine
Grace, one elegance with a simple state.
Wowing heartbeats, a painter’s oil slate
Stroked past magic: leaving its own trail;
With open eyes, followed by magic spells.
But Gone, shattered by time’s harsh ways,
Lost in wrinkles, in autumn’s falling days.
Bloodshot a boiling vein, so brief the heart
Had lost in seconds, so a life must depart...
Time unbiased in touching your gray hair:
And too weary eyes, time shall not spare...
Within Earth, feasted upon by a crawling
Mouth: your lips digested, how appalling
That radiance, no more than memory fade,
Lost in time’s memoirs, gone for always.
Once Aphrodite’s charms, hidden through
Darkness, in layered oak with brown hues;
Forgotten, a face now with name unknown:
Asked “who are you?” under a gray stone.