He caught the gilded soul that hides beneath your eyes,

Your secret smiles.

He trapped the Persian cat that stalks across the tiles.

All the easy comfort money buys.

Got them all.

The Goldfish gliding in their bowl.

A glitter shows expensive rapture.

A fleeting action …

captured.

We see the pastel colours that he painted,

And just a touch of smugness lightly hinted.

We glimpse the sorrow through which lives are tainted.

The gilded soul that hides beneath your eyes,

Your secret smiles,

Your cosy lies.