Beauty
Sonnet — An Invocation to The Master #7
Published in
May 4, 2021
Who art Thou ambling in effortless splendour
Along golden coasts radiantly shining?
Seeding in a million stars Thy ardour,
Reposing on a bed of space for Thy dreaming.
What miracle gives wings to Thy flying thought
That as butterfly hovers like a dream
Upon silky black canvas of sleeping night,
Teasing softly its tired eyelids with a gleam?
Oh how careless art Thou with beauty’s hoard,
Spilling everywhere precious perfection’s wine
Intoxicating every bird and bee on time’s road,
Even a mote minute bears Thy seal sublime.
Oh assail me not with too much beauty,
My poor heart stands forfeit of its serenity.
