O’ the dearth of the callous mind,
Ravage thou faced off the veil,
Deceiving a far mist,
A coy reverence to a perturbed hind,
Ponder a welt torment,
A fascination occult,
Alas! A lucid intervene,
A glory I convene,
Time, thy essence fortified,
A confide it shall reap,
A vice for thou to keep,
A tranquil gale ascertained.
Thoughts confounded as I muse,
I see no face a new,
Fragrance of a common, few,
Yonder who lies I amuse,
Vestige of a weary keen,
Conceit lies in the veil unseen,
A gallant sedate I deign,
Demure convictions vindicate.

(inspired by ‘guilty mind’ & ' winter-Vivaldi/ Beethoven’)

-The End-