Belief When Bemused

yet the sky blinks in silence even the flower blushes in beauty with its fragrance diffused in radiance reveled by the glance of beholders when fountain smiles in its spurs as mellowed yet in a rack of milieu a mirror invisible as I peek to the sides yet staked in blue looking into the patches of plumes abrupt alone, as clouds of dark and grey sweeping over the rainbow. the reeks of pain as mute wakes me up from the regress the telling its woes as in sorrow yet into the depth of wee hours a time for a reason as when mellowed. a quaint thought of repulsion as mystical when coursed by a distinction in distraction the faith of love and belief as the myth all yet blur like a weft of shadow when bemused