Elusive Poem by Archaeus Six

So this, is the elusive.
The cause, the goal.
It always is,
Drawing all, to itself.
We move,
For you,
Elusive.
I make you so,
When I,
Am I.
It begins anew,
With the question,
Of you.
Are you I?
Or shall I cry?
You see yourself,
In such resplendent eyes,
Are you there,
Elusive?
Smile we must,
At the ways we move,
Unaware of you,
Peace.
A falling leaf,
The approaching dawn,
An innocent gesture,
Love.
You will never cease,
Becoming,
Unfolding.
Eternally we are,
The beautiful One…
Elusive.