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A Poem by Arcus

During a summer moon of sublime luminescence
He'll discover an embodiment of resplendent allure
Dancing alone in the misty morning air
That boy has much to learn, yet
He isn't ready for the autumn sunset
When his dreams will fall and crumble with the spectrum of dead leaves
To be trodden upon by the abashing mockery of empty empathy
In reoccurring, fleeting moments of desperation
He'll try to hold on to a false sentiment of affection
As if an illusion of a cherished promise is just out of reach
Dissipating just as he finally grasps it
This endless pursuit will leave him exhausted
And yet, some unknown influence will keep him running
He won't know why he continually endures the lamentable sorrow
Perhaps he will be irreparably damaged
By future past years reflected on a weathered visage
Distorted behind fragmented memories of a new life
Or maybe, after all of the tormenting isolation
Once the red-hot agony coursing through his heart subsides at long last
He will happen upon a glorious jade blossom in the spring sunlight
Upon which he will find a resolute eternity of reverence and devotion