Transcendent Beauty

A microcosm of who I've been
Depends on the prevailing wind
Depends upon the mood I'm in
As I separate virtue from that of sin
Artistic anamolies of an aberrant mind
That one might even consider devine
The eloquence of which leaves traces behind
Of beauty that scribes and poets design
The nonchalant aplomb of a flourishing rose
A nurturing quilt that the sky itself sews
An apathetic rain,an incandescent sun
Which one would one choose if one could choose one?
Not only opt for,but also embrace
As one would a trepid,yet opulent face
The essence of which can only define
What it's like to transcend and extend beyond time
And the complex nature of poetic rhyme
Will serenade beauty,which will do so in kind