When Beauty Croons

beauty still inflicts beholder to touch jingling gloss saunters in eyes to tremble joy of cry calls to recall smothering soft dew awaits dawn sparkling to redeem blood fills heart red to resonate vein still needs deeper by rhythm ocean loses waves being bereft of tide each sway of rose inflicts vision to sate ray falls on green bespeckling to blue mirth in heart bewilders to harvest pear as lily feels to engross whites of moon soul to mellow deep warmth needs to filter quest of dawn longs to belong freshness breeze mellows nature to scintillate as soul within to serinade eternity relivity is crux of syndrom by dynamics