Muddled Musings

If thou art
The messaiah of golden halo
Then why do seas of lucid peace
seem so shallow?

If thou art
The song that lingers
Eternal in its persistence
Then why are thy euphonious tunes
Smothered by malign silence?

If thou art
The ink that scribbles
My destiny on pages of time
Then why do priceless moments
Into obscure vacuum sublime?

If thou art
The flower, epitome of elegance
That blooms in life's incomplete garden
Then why does prowess of thy fragrance
Fail to devour my burden?

Caress me now
Let thy fingerprints leave a trail
Heal me now
Let life embrace the lofty world
That lies beyond the invisible veil.