As Time Goes By

It is an unspoken proclaimed “truth” that -

    as we age with our other half-of-the-moon

we become dim-wittedly accustomed and lack awe.

We overlook that fine face turned to the sunlight,

    glistening, lustrous; bright pupils and buttery lips, “how it used to be” -

but, if we bothered to peer closer the portrait’s ink still flows boldly.

It cultivates as discontent undercoated thickly with self-blindness;

    society proposes we are doomed to seek novelty

in a world where a given thing is only enough for a miniscule fragment of time.

Thus, it must be fate to strike enchantment and fall madly in love,

    then stare into the space our ephemeral dream occupies

and feel scarcely any reverence.

How dreadfully saddening this notion is -

    to fantasize passionately since the age minds can conceive love

and ultimately as the dazzling butterfly begins to nestle in our hearts, we turn away: spiritless.

I lose faith, if this be the case, wondering whether your gaze has emptied also;

    the once rosy, Heaven-smeared stare now metamorphosed backwards

into apathetic blankness.

Loneliness shadows this uncommon heart, blessed or cursed I do not know;

    I watch you with the same bewilderment as ever I have

and love you the way an adoring sun embraces the snow.

Reviews

[Matthew Kult]

Bottling magic

Awesome Read

Matthew

[Kay]

Thanks! (^_^)

[Matthew Kult]

You are welcome

Matthew

[Bonnie Paige]

The picture painted by your words tells the sad story of love that's came and love that's unaddressed. Very well written

[Kay]

Thank you, I'm glad you liked it! =)