The poet's lyre afire responds to braid br heart's comfort to art's artistry at play br Truth Beauty, Beauty Truth John Keats would say, br Endymion, reflection which won't fade. br Beauty through the eye's beholder made br an echo of eternity which may br shine well beyond the veil where night and day br frame shadow-shapes that slip away, afraid. br Beyond time's rhyme shines Beauty as obeyed br are pattern codes diverse as snowflakes fey, br each unique however short their stay, br yet each to each conjoined as love, light weighed br Between life's lines as silk skein all adore, br Beauty's theme whose waves wash timeless shore. br br Modest maiden bashful blinks, br blushing beauty cream the rose br regrets for envy's icy snows br cannot compete with light that links br across time lines as life-force flows br to ransom Time while Brahma winks. br br Beauty spans life's cycle spinning through br word, deed, and act, both outer, inner, form, br may, drawn though space, enchant, and thus inform br the common mortal magic must ring true. br Beauty spirals through straight lines to cue br into life's circus circle, shine and storm, br night, day, rest play, surpass codes cuniform. br All may show glow's flow, flow's glow, renew br kaleidscope eternal which we knew br we knew before, will after know, as norm br is superceded by sensations warm br that swarm within, outside sin, rise, fall, coup br de grâce as grace folds mantle over all br reflection, echoes soul's perfection call.