The glimpse-
Grasping, it slips.
Abstaining, it tempts.
Alone, it is.
My childlike eye:
Raw, clear, liquid cry.
Shining sight so bright.
Serenity of sky.
Blurry but keen,
On seeing things yet unseen.
Light travels to my eye-
The glimpse of a queen.
Jul 15, 2014
Jul 15, 2014 at 6:40 PM UTC
The glimpse-
Grasping, it slips.
Abstaining, it tempts.
Alone, it is.
My childlike eye:
Raw, clear, liquid cry.
Shining sight so bright.
Serenity of sky.
Blurry but keen,
On seeing things yet unseen.
Light travels to my eye-
The glimpse of a queen.
