A cadenza of life

The grandiose abstract opus of
An ethereal euphony of candor,
That no flowing sheet of canvas
Nor muslin enrobed in splendor,
Would ever thrive in embedding.
No gust of the unruffled maiden
Nor blaze of the golden sphere,
Could ever define nor enlighten.

Worthy not is an illumination of
Its undefined mystical existence.
Perhaps it is a voyage across two
Worlds of obscurity, vastly dense.
Or a dream carved on the walls of
Paradise, destined to mingle away
Into the heavenly aroma, whilst
Dusk hurls its shadow on the day.
Perhaps it resembles the essence of
Ever-flowing streams, liable to perish,
Or any of myriad other assessments
Earthlings offer and dotingly cherish.
If such resemblances deem essential
They may be held out to linger behind
Drowning in irrelevance, as a consequence
Of the undying folly of the mortal mind.

Dancing on shimmering amethyst petals,
The fortune fairies flout on the mortals
For assaying to reign over their
A liberty offered merely to the immortals!
When they who rule the sapphire sphere,
Choose not to define but live, learn and strive
Why do we earthlings feign ascendancy,
And assay defining, rather than realizing life?