Deep calls unto deep
But just how far does deep
Really go
Where are the boundaries
Of knowledge
When it comes to the soul
And yet time renders it so..
Vain

For even if my identity lives
On for a while
I am more than my name
More
Than a topic of discussion
In a history class
You didn't take

And my! should that book fade..
Should you spill your milkshake
On that page
Then ..there goes that name
With all that that person was
And the relevance of what he said
Lost in the mixture
Of milk and paper planes

And boy was she beautiful!
Colourful! Peacock!
Wonderful! -ly crafted
Every eye from earth to sky
Attracted
By and by
Distracted
Yet time just watched
And Silent! -ly
Subtracted
Her beauty
Now only a fraction
Of what it once was
Degraded
The beauty that once
So effortlessly
Persuaded
All that looked
Now turn
Waiting
To see beauty
Take form anew
While beauty's former shell
Gathers the morning dew
The mourning due!

And sometimes
It's because it is fleeting
That it is beautiful

But I can't pretend
That it isn't vain
For I believe
There must be something
Something meaningful
Beyond the plane
Of fleeting
Fleeting and beautiful