Bathos

I can't help but smile
at the apparent contours
my colors seem to imply
so truly, because

I often sleepwalk the rill
blindfolded in the night
looking for some star
I can't quite grasp still

my eyes may be covered
but I'm drawn by the scene
trusting nothing else but art
I find only Selene

then I read a stanza
so cryptic and mysterious
and I marvel at a portrait
so beautiful and luminous

yet I can't help but smile
because the opacity is real
but I keep circling something
apparently quite obvious