Beauty's Twin

A pendulum is but a slave of time: What its trapped spirit wants is hidden where The folding waves can find a friendly clime, Far from the bloody dagger of despair. Inveigled by amorphous accolades Of lust, the lure to scry and linger thin In search of faithful memories soon fades If hungry eyes ensorcel beauty’s twin. Æolian caresses cannot calm The mind of Argus on his callous charge, Though knavish gods have chosen to embalm His eyes within a noble avian barge. How brazen! I still crave the fleeting thrill To break the sundial as Saint Elmo strikes the mast Of ships, and make gray time stand still. O, might it die so that I breathe at last! Find my poems and published poetry volumes at www.eton-langford.com