First Draft - "Oh You!"

Oh you, possessed of such tempting grace,
moving so sublimely through star-struck space;
Can I ask of you this quiet question-
Why do those sad tears frame that flawless face?

What’s the reason for the crystal lesson
that streaks your oh-so controlled complexion?
Have you, through some finally-found fancy,
been taught the meaning of real rejection?

Maybe, you dreamt of a light romancing
Under the moons bright, fatal faerie-fire
It’s sight telling tales – “Twin Desire-;
The Story of Helens Doom-Dancing”.

No? I didn’t think that the murky mire
“Love” would have you trapped today-
To make such stories of fallen fae,
As an excuse to perform worn word-play----

[But-
What could you know of Helens heavy heart?
What terrors unearthly beauty endures?
Infinity, My friend, keeps us apart-
And the subtle space grows ever bigger.

Why would you pursue something out of reach?]

----Or! Mayhaps, it’s some other telling tale
That put you into this terse travail-
And left you with those shining streaks
Across your face; Falling pallid and pale.

Had your well-laid plans reached that high peak
Then plunged; Wasted - leaving you worn and weak
With no way out and no clear choices,
No way to gain the happiness you seek?

Did you want a house with joyful voices,
A backyard echoing lilting laughter?
Has some callous event closed that chapter
Filling your womb with some private poison?

No, I don’t think that’s what I‘m after.
You’re not being held by some coarse constraint-
Nor your body filled with some tragic taint
which led to those lines of pearlescent paint---

[Do you truly seek to discover me-
Or are you falling for unearned allure?
The only worth a man can ever see-
And a disease with no easy cure?

And what lessons could you have to teach me?]

---But Darling- No matter; Your poignant pain
creates such feeling in this simple swain!
And be it my damning declaration,
I will never let you be hurt again!

You will never want for stone or station,
Nor need to seek some other relation.
If the dreary dusk marred your mood,
To make a Sun, I’d master creation!

To your beauty I will always allude,
(The runic tint to those even-ether eyes)
No comparison would bespeak of lies;
Only to the lay does the truth elude –

[So…

Maybe you do know of Helens heavy heart,
Something of how to soothe and reassure-
But could you bear it if we were apart?
Are you really certain? Are you so sure?

Do you think you’ve discovered me,
That somehow you’ve avoided my lure?
How could you speak with such lucidity?!
Or is it me? Am I the one impure…?

Oh you! Possessed so purely by his grace!
How could you love so deeply the surface?!
Your love is divine, a gift for all time-
I’m temporary, I don’t deserve it!

And now that it’s in reach- I know you will leave,
Like all of the others that have flown before.
Born into the curse of my circumstance,
Sorrowing, I await your parting words…. ]

So Lady, let my love for you give rise,
To the dawning of our sublunary Sun!
For you; My suitors pledge that come what come,
On my honor, my life; Thy will be done!

---[At this, Her ethereal eyes filled once again with those starlit tears-
But these… These were tears of joy!]---