Classic Poem

O covering hem, my life to thee
Refuses to exalt of such powerful
Scale, thoughtful of its half plead,
Relates its charms through meditation,
Molds therein, seeing truth of values,
Quaint tonal sprays, sensual, grey,
Like streams through half shadows
Or silver reflections under crystal brooks.
Through clouded mixed dust, assorted, as
Near the equator, moon mingles with
The rays of the sun, as shells between
Sandy nooks. Waves of salt covers stir.
Then, glistening from their hidden sides,
Still feigned seekers shall feel its brand.