Failing to Define Beauty

On the horizon, as the Sun does rise,

appeared a face in the bright blue skies

so seraphic, so radiant, blessed with grace

With all of the Beauty, mellowed in her face

making my pen fret and frail in its quest

to define her Beauty, at the words' behest.

Like the fairest Rose in a valley where it blooms

amidst the rains, swaying in joys and glooms.

Its fragrance plays like a symphony of scent

rejoicing its Beauty in the gales so redolent

Making me fail to understand this divine breeze

defying the words that my tongue decrees.

Like a baby's chuckle, so pure and sublime

cloaked in innocence that does brightly shine 

Those gleaming eyes like stars aglow

Yet words, to my mind, come and go.

My heart, in yearning, does aspire

to capture this Beauty using the words afire.

In every azure lake where reflections softly sway

which captures the epilogue of that fairest day,

the sunlight mixed into the water gleams

yet my pen falters, lost in illusory dreams

for Beauty evaporates like the morning mist

eluding the grasp of my yearning tryst.

A halo glistens over the moon so rare,

beautified with clouds beyond compare

with its aspects like stars in the astral ballet

yet words, like meteors, glided and swayed

as my mind and pen failed to trace

the Beauty of that opulent night in grace.

Hence, I lay my pen to rest

in reverence to Beauty's quest

because Beauty, like a river, eternally flows

beyond what my mere imagination shows

that no rhymes can cage and no words define

yet in my heart, it shall eternally shine.