Wonderment

Eyes wide open his lens a landscape great,
Absorbing which surrounds so that little dissipates,
Dark colour outlines the cornea he seems so eager and so willing,
To embrace the shades he shall collect to be part of his worldly filling.

He unknowingly strides the soil and emulates,
An innocent young prince he captivates,
The awe of small and precious stones,
He exhumes a sense to him unbeknown.

What lies behind and deep below his sight,
Of mystery not unlike an undiscovered plight,
To venture beyond the shadow of his capacity,
Searching for external love and prosperity.

His eyes sing a song of wild and rhythmic beats,
He dances Brazilian steps with no defeats,
His blood flows like a rapid limits unseen,
And his mind articulates profoundly all that has been.

I witness a rare and an exuberant being,
And observe his desire and intent on seeing,
The world from hidden angels he’s been sent,
To offer a picture of such wonderment.

The Brighton to London Poet

© 2006 MCARB