Sole Things Of Fancy

Amongst the courage of thousand hearts,

You see your incandescent part.

It is a look across the window,

Being afraid of both ways it peers you, crescendo.

Light does justice splits apart,

Shows the world the onlooker's start.

Fierce fear runs amind,

Losing a place that inside I bind.

The paradise of thinking lake,

Wavy reflection in the water's make.

It is the fort you built to occasionally hide,

It is where you cannot be afraid to reside.

One more thing gives me a scare,

In the hastened moment I want to be there.

When I am on the run, joy in turn,

When I in smiles, giggles and laughter, burn.

The fear of missing out on the dear,

And all the fars that aren't near.

Flawless, a well carved face,

Gorge for whom you race.

Your beauty, I pray details,

The ability to love, hope I never get bails.

Once arrested in the curvy falls,

Not to lose my way on you, it calls.

Fear thrives in daily rails,

Robbed of whom you break in wails.

You sear on this delicate fancy,

Unless you are mistaken that it is all chance.