The Watcher

A blaze with emotional deceit
My eyes meet,
For reserved elemental sleep,
Cast my gaze upon the different
Picked upon the many, I mask with reflected light,
Inverted light assembles my mirror image,
In focus I hail
But not to impale,

I groom for intelligent conflict,
For not an easy conquest will for fill,
The bends of light bounce off the bends of curvature,
Symmetry is of importance,
I observe the routine that follows
Quietly placing quests of morality,
I reserve such a place in my heart, for only these matters,
I am not one for short gazes,
The longitude of the elemental heart is ablaze in my gaze,
Observing and reporting for many a day,
For years I stand aside
Such not protection or an angels moral duty
I watch for mistakes in my choice.

For years I am the watcher
Placing my faith in the perfect prey…
But none of which exists,
While I observe my list of characteristics
I understand why the watchers role is one of lonely hearts,
Chance is an opportunity to coincide with elemental bliss,
While I gather my information with such length and focus,
I’ve found a missing frame in my reel,
The watcher stands alongside for years,
Such foolish sights
But the watcher is being watched,
Time waits not for narrow sight,

His catholic tastes have narrowed his search for the wonders of chance,
Nor chance nor winner of hearts, he brings,
The watchers heart cannot be perceived from a frame of focused light,
Instead of hearts standing alongside, hearts should stand in front for all to see,
A blocked path
Some may stay some may leave,
But chance is a virtue, the watcher must see.

Author:  Alexander Rason

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