Unattainable Love

• Michael Peng, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2010

We see you sitting up there on your mighty pedestal,
with a look on your face not of arrogance but of serenity.
Of felicity, gentleness and compassion,
conflated by an atmosphere of absolute amenity.

And when you chose to come down from that glorious position,
you do so with exuberance like a flare.
As you fill the lonely basins with zeal,
and lower the boisterous plateaus with care.

Yet we also strive to reach up to your level,
but vacillate at the first rung,
But the poignant grief cannot endure forever,
as our everlasting descriptions of you lie unsung.

Your voice is an array of dulcet instruments,
likewise your mind is a panoply of comprehension.
With a plethora of devotion and affection,
there is nothing to distract from your attention.