Shied His Soul

She's coming on his path,
but he did not look down,
Her quick check on him struck him
as a pang.
His sharp edged intellect's dulled,
watered down, or gone,
And felt a major alter happenings in his soul,
a disturbing clang.

The soul rays arranged and
rearranged into a single row,
For it paused all senses, and began its journey
up to the surface.
Great beauty, paradise's glory
what on her what he saw,
The look of prophets' thrill, captivating
her face.

He stood up there gazing,
half dead for a while,
Equally, for unwise and wise eyes: he's just seemed
a silly guy.
His faculties of sense,
partly disconnected or a little avail,
Shied his soul when the body withdrew
or amazingly sly.