A Subtle Verse

I was groping a wonder thought:
unique, kind, meek and cute.
A name unknown, beauty rehearses,
while embers of twilight find no curse.
Earth, yes I see in bubble's of sort
missing high above its lightened view:
A horizon beyond every imagination,
a subtle being whose life carouse
in every creation, where imagination
spell realities to tag its different world.
Poetry, yes, I believe a subtlety of mind,
as visions or images inscribed in words;
it spills a heart out in gentle water's array,
even anchor hangs in sky clouds swiftly,
t'is little ash grounds of solitary course!
Imagination enthralls a pupil's symphony
with an eye single to a glorified sympathy;
no haste nor hazing laid a wanton way
only a subtle mind can take a long journey.
Oh, light can shave an ambient oracle
of kings and princess dance in ridicule;
soft tyrants, yes, they owe it to their own will,
only a pen can make imagination a drop of well.