Boundless Beauty

Springtime fervent fresco shines on the easel of embellished topography, embroidered filigree enshrined in Monet landscape, luminous in effervescent elegance with sparkle of sapphire lagoon in dreaming ebullient eyes, entranced, and with lustrous lotus petals of luscious lips ardently parted, painted on silken canvas of convivial countenance, magnetic, carved with narcissistic contours of innate pride with dormant Dorian Gray syndrome, subdued. The sands of time roll over wrinkled canvas, from winter twilight zone senile spider creeps, weaves weary with the last strings of hope webs of facial furrows of creased contentment, empty eyes gaze, forlorn at weathered wasteland, regressed, find in desiccated garden the faded flowers lose patina of passion, enticing once. Hedonist psyche refuses to gauge the grief of loss, trapped in transient notion, sanguine, for what is a face if not a metaphor for proclivity panorama, sustaining snapshot capturing mesmeric moments, frozen in timeless frame of concealed charisma, contained in cauldron of boundless beauty, transcendent.