Esthetic Gaze

Such esthetic, a canvas fair, a mystic poise, a cryptic flare.
And tempest love, an ache aspark, a fallen cloud, a barren
Lark. But zealot flame, the sphinx of love, a passion deep,
A cryptic hug. And fulgent flare, a scarlet blue, the pulse
Of dreams, a heart askew. But nettle stem, the roots of
Birth, the wings of flight, a violet earth. And legend love,
A subtle surge, a velvet ache, a melic dirge. And omic
Waves, to prune the plight, the oak of tears, the gift of light.   

Thus esthetic, a canvas fair, a mystic poise, a cryptic flare.
And margin love, the bolt of flame, the rift of hymns, the
Roots of pain. But fleece to scar, the prayers of Christ, aflame
The soul, adrift the strife. And rustic rose, a spirit safe, a
Cultic flare, a mystic face. And fulgent star, a scarlet blue,
The pulse of dreams, a heart askew.