their grasping

i will not be afraid of beautiful things
for in the procession of life beauty is required
for arduous taks and menial treasures
but heart break is had at the progression
of a beautiful Tempest and emptiness
is the absence of our idols
to become affixed in our vantage
beholding beautiful women
in a tragic fear of meeting eyes
and locking souls...

i will not be afraid of beautiful things,
their grasping.