Picturesque √
There have been times within my life that seemed so picturesque
That left in mind an imprint of a complex arabesque
A feel, a smell and pattern left across the fields of mind
All senses are arrayed to swell the heart and later find
A vision, blinding, in its gift to take the breath away
Triggered by a sight or scent or song I seldom play
A song in heart that sings a sigh that only my heart hears
A surge of soul that slumbered deep across the spanning years
Perchance to waken at the slightest hint of something past
That thunders through the senses with full weight and fully massed
Eternal sighs, again, might be a phrase that I could use
But, breathless, from the memory, the word that I would choose
All beauty binds a way of life that captures as it sends
It happens just so often now, I wonder what portends
A hint of things to come? Of pure beauty's final race?
I staggerdrop and wonderfall at thought I might embrace
That all of life completes the dream, reflected in a face
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