How Beautiful is a Flower that Never Bloomed?

How spectacular is a supernova that no eyes will behold?

How perfect the unseen face of Cleopatra all draped in silver and gold

How magical and entrancing, those shining ones, the picts and fae of old

How splendid the sight of the fading light of a dying star gone cold

How magnificent the halls of Valhalla that none living shall ever see

How groundbreaking, how genius, how captivating is the play that will never be

How wonderous the Library of Alexandria when we explore the shelves in our minds

How glorious are the lost buried treasures that no explorer ever finds

The lands of plenty hidden away beyond mountains none can pass

How thrilling the rites of old in May as the flame bearers gathered in mass

How stunning those maidens whose beauty was written but never seen

How vibrant those flowery fields of fiction crawling over rolling hills so green

How flawless the perfect painting when the canvas is left forever blank

How magnificent those Viking ships never gazed upon before they sank

How crisp and clear the sparkling water of paradise that none has ever drank

The flower within the seed is the most beautiful of them all

The lover I can not hold is more precious and perfect than any I can recall

The book unwritten is an epic tail of enthralling adventure and wisdom unmatched

The ticket you hold is the luckiest find so long as it remains forever unscratched

Inches away, a gentle touch, a silent plea, an unread sign

Nothing real can ever compare to that unseen, unknown, not here, not now, not mine

Stay perfect, stay there, out of reach, unreal, unlived, unfelt unknown

Because no sunlight can ever be as brilliant as a light imagined, yet never once shown.