
She seeks the moon and all the eyes seek her,
Sky yearns to meet dusk and sunrise seek her....
When out in dawn, chased by the sun's attention,
When she moves at night, dancing fireflies seek her...
Benevolent lass, has mischief up her sleeves,
Naive with such grace, that all the wise seek her....
They bow down heads, to the rulers of heaven,
She gazes at the sky, primes of paradise seek her...
A sight for eternity, would still seem ephemeral,
They still, to live the moment twice seek her...
Many proclaimed hermits like the one I am,
Renouncing all religious ties seek her....
She breathes life into the flower she smells,
Both blooming and flower that dies seek her...
A glance from her face, makes everything nice,
Presence so profound, all things nice seek her....
Pure of a soul, her voice such a hymn,
Let alone truths even the lies seek her...
What more to tell of the sculpture of living,
Those wishing to see life in concise seek her....
About the Creator
KSR
A wisecracking wordsmith, and an intelligent imbecile trying to paint the darkness of the world with the abyss of my words to make color out of the colorless.
Read me to know yourself,
Read me to know me,
and eventually loose both of us.


Comments (4)
A very beautiful poem that calls us in an artistic way to look deeper within ourselves and recognize the beauty that surrounds us. Each line is a poetic quest, a discovery of the soul.
Oh wow, this was so beautifully written! I loved it!
Wow, this is absolutely beautiful! The way you’ve described her as this magical, almost otherworldly being that everyone and everything is drawn to—it’s just so captivating. I love how it feels dreamy and lyrical, like a song about someone unforgettable. Seriously, this one’s a gem!
The flow of words is mesmerizing.