
Beauty

Waxing poetic on thoughts, theory & the times


Winter darkness envelopes,
In thick smokey blankets,
The chill is deep and braces bones,
And in the splendor of white snow beauty
There is irony,
In the fear and loneliness of a winter abyss
That is so breathtaking,
And the Moon and sun see this
and shift their positions in the sky,
To warm and comfort the anxious
Lifeforms on earthen ground below,
And moon grows larger,
Glowing,
For longer light as the sun is farthest away,
“No,” whispers a silent voice
In the pitch,
“I’d never leave you,
Not that way”,
And so twinkle the diamonds
Of the sky,
the Moon lights the way,
As round the sun we go
Green and blue
Purples yellows
Oranges
Teal
And I love
You.
There is beauty
In
The blind,
Fear not,
What you do not
Understand.
She is beautiful;
The little bud
of me
blooms
continually,
now independently,
into an enchanted flower.
In absolute wonder
I gaze on.