the sun, upon rising, hopes to compete
with golden kisses as its fleet
round and rotund, exuding hope
knowing better all the while
despair, replaces its hope
and best that which, to me, is best
that thing you do that leaves me vexed
i ponder and wonder, and think until no end
if the effect, being a smile, with me begins
infinite bliss
all can be fixed
weights of the world removed when you do this...
the height to which the rises reach
fall short with me, frail and meek
the best at noon-day, the apex of
an infinite solution to the problems of my world
proud and honorable, integrity intact
an overdosed measurement is exact
genuine like a child
longer than country miles
if it were to be faked
... ignorance is bliss
enlightenment passed over, for denial
conceding to its better, settling for setting
its myriad of colors, hues, and shadings
begets begetting
and if planned upon the perfect setting
for exhibitions of intent
informing, letting, being, seeing
hearing, leaving
a smile...
nay,
your smile to me is perfect
these, words so worthless
but the why behind
more than worth it
i, as the sun, try and try
to match your smile
only to, one day, realize
the flawless has none at either side
like the sun i try and try
set to rest, quiet as most night skies
but behold, i peer
a glinting twinkle
a sliver of hope, divine and single
something to clutch
a chance again
to rise and compete
until time decides no longer to lend...
cause unknown, effect presented
none can contend.
