Gaze Beyond Time
Seated and filtered in her gaze
Adorned with the light of butterflies,
Only Apollo could fathom her stare,
For it is far from the gaze of Medusa.
Her eyes do not ask for praise;
Shakespeare lacked such wonder
in “Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?”
For her gaze skips moments,
And bends time to its own will.
Sunset and twilight hold their beauty,
Yet you embody perfection beyond all.
Your gaze ignites absoluteness,
An epitome of endless nirvana.
Myth holds you as the ideal woman,
Created, nurtured, and endowed in your prime,
A treasure whose worth cannot be measured.
Hail to the rare gem, who seats above Portia,
known and valued for her unmatched worth,
Before whom princes and nobbles bow.
“You are the keeper of beauty’s crown.
The Shadow Within
Shadows mirror us differently,
Giving us hope of height and fertility.
They picture our ideal form.
Like the skeleton, their role is structure,
Revolving within their orbit like the Earth.
When light comes from different directions,
They do what we do without our identity.
Our existence determines their acts,
But light conquers—
When light fades, they stay within.
When we die, the shadow consoles us
To the grave, because it is us.
So we cannot do without shadows.
The ecosystem is full of shadows,
Because when light comes, shadows are revealed,
Making inhabitants of shadow replicas.
But every shadow is dependent
On the host—to live and to act.
And when we cease to live,
The shadow remains within us,
Because it is a reflection
Of what we doin time and light.
Cursed Melody
Celebrated but cursed,
With warmth like the nightingale,
Flushing through veins with music,
Not the empty desires of men.
Wounded by calm and envy,
No limit to laughter—so cursed.
No limit to favor—so cursed.
No limit to beauty—so cursed.
All patterns move in cursed fate,
For in all the songs, celebration lives.
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