Discernible: her smoke-rimmed eyes
Hold fast pearlescent, woeful tears -
Entrap quixotic thirsts and fears
And in their sullenness disguise
Complexities unknown to those whose sight
Is blinkered and whose passions daren’t ignite.

Blame those who would not pause to weep
At that, there silver-dusted moon;
Or fear to touch sweet Summer’s rose,
Lest premature are petals strewn
Across this shamelessly unpassioned Earth.
Pray ask them how compassion reached such dearth?