Delineation

I visited your house, and its face devoured by vines left me desolate I remembered hurrying to live, your hands cracked, they now lay crumbled to dust The mysteries scoring your face, pitting the pores, mimicking skin, are now forever closed in pine. Suddenly beauty rose in your wild garden, and dragonflies grazed my mind, I silently conceded with a sigh, That the equation and the totality of your lifetime, will now never be solved. Some conundrums are pure splendor, and shall in no time be deciphered.