Distant wonders outstretch beyond,
And with time it flows on,
A steady heartbeat,
That rings with ripples across a shaded pond,
Till the noises fade and thus begin to deplete,
As one last remnant introduces its feat,
With a rhythm newfound, once left in the street,
Now outlined with precision,
Suspect to derange,
And for once all thoughts,
So notably strange,
Sifted into such brittle trance,
That spattered dalliance and genuine romance,

And thus it left eyes to uncoil confusion,
With brows scampered wide into reflective delusion,

Tears to flurry the sky shown wide,
With meek endings in the twinkles of their tide,
A rush and dapple of such staggered lines,
To prove the quietus of their signs.

Yet it all shown to be ignored,
As images sunken and moving toward -
A glimmer of fire that sat,
Burning faintly,
Matching her strain of movement,
Both quiet and quaintly.

And soonest of alluded notice,
Came a tampered facade of blue,
That pranced among the ***** of lotus,
With emboldened seams of hue,
To confuse the complexity of mind,
Which rarely,
If ever,
This world could come close to find.