This Golden Age

Scenes of Salzburg only Hollywood could make
Imagine us going there but there is no together;
Despite circumstances, of which I am aware,
I care for you with one-sided velocity,
An embrace of foolhardy sans reciprocity:

Would you Daphne stay and be with me?
Be in flesh rather than become laurel tree?

These words you did not allow exchange--
"You are amazing and wonderful
Of course I hold feelings for you
Quite tender and sweet, and certainly I care for you
I am ever thankful that our paths crossed
Ever hopeful our journeys in life continue together."

This golden age yet not yet alchemized,
You have decided from me to hide
"See you around" your last parting words
From whom are you running--yourself it appears.





Sonnet #24 (Shakespeare)

Mine eye hath play'd the painter, and hath stell'd
Thy beauty's form in table of my heart;
My body is the frame wherein 'tis held,
And perspective it is best painter's art.
For though the painter must you see his skill,
To find where your true image picture lies;
Which in my bosom's shop is hanging still,
That hath his windows gazed with thine eyes,
Now see what good turns eyes from eyes have done:
Mine eyes have drawn thy shape, and thine for me
Are windows to my breast, where-through the sun
Delights to peep, to gaze therein on thee;
Yet eyes this cunning want to grace thy art,
They draw but what they see, know not the heart.