Acquiescence to Beauty

Crowescent Verse

 

Standing silently upon a summit of alluvium and silt

I glimpse back toward the fountain of youth, to see it pooling

And releasing a luminescence in every clear-as-crystal vein,

As those maturing tender tears already streaming flow under the cool,

Dim shade cast by the surrounding affectionate trees, who all rise

With tremendous might, and maternal warmth that glows in gentle light.

These pensive drifts of dreams come to gather in still ponds

Beneath the stooping, loving boughs and limbs,

Hidden from Heaven’s ever lasting search for fading halcyon sights

That the enduring angels want of while among the cloud’s lackluster heights.

Yet the calm cascade of lucent color remains, with its transient beauty. 

Now as I stand with this unstirred tranquility, I turn my eyes to behold another’s,

Those of an angel’s, fallen to my ephemeral fleeting shores,

Whose iridescent stare sends me farther down the minute river’s course,

From which I may never return as I breach these smoothened banks

Resting distantly from the mountain peak I knew before.

Nor do I wish to return to those cataracts of my aged mind’s mountains,

For the rocks beneath those descending knives erode with resentment,

And glower with loathsome envy at the pristine stones and soil

That now caress my feet with their welcoming grains of silk.

And this seraph, fallen to evanescence, now stands beside me in still serenity.

Reviews

[Natasha]

Huh. Odd.

I felt a stirring in my chest; awakened from the start, maturing in the end.
I'm not too sure but...I feel lighter.
I'm not too sure if that's what you intended.