The Ghost of Happiness

Ghost of Happiness

" Amidst, my soul sparks alive

Alluringly inciting me to gaze

Upon it,  instantly holding me Captive, so strikingly captivating. 

I peer astounded,

Intrigue of magnificence is the Confession my heart speaks,

So fondly.

Immersed into awakening it

Blooms overwhelmingly,

Vibrance ignites passionately,

Colors immensly Wondrous

Immerse me in awe,

Stricken by enchantments magestic innocence.

The love that gushes so luminously, Slapped abruptly into alleviation..

Upon the memory, of the fairytales ending.

I continue to gaze, and though the spectacle goes on unchanged,

Somehow my feelings do,

As I see something desperately helpless yet oddly hopefull, nausueas with sadness as I 

Watch on, while it simply has just,

lost it's appeal.

Yearning inside 

That the painting would stop haunting teases,

Igniting alive all pleasantries, Displaying all fondness, 

Harshly reminding of the bitter cold.

Painted by artist,

Pictures inside itself 

Of a time itself 

Mourns eternally regretful.

For during such era 

Splendid treasure abound

Drunk indulgences filled our Emerson,

Engorged as he continued,

Ignorant and inebriated

Oblivious obliteration

Awaited.

For as I gaze at this precious Creations brilliant illumination,

I can't help but feel the tap on the shoulder from behind of me.  

Right at that moment,

I'm reminded of how saddening was it's ending,

as I watch it slowly dim out begging from within,

Deep cries for it to please stop Flaunting itself 

Hauntingly.