Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Beauty...





We are blessed…
Able to touch, taste or behold
Life’s most beautiful things
A cloud caressed
By whispers of gold
As twilight softly brings

…another day
To its swift end
We see the darkened sea
Silently splay
Across the sand
…of centuries

We touch within
Our heart of hearts
Things precious, sacred, dear
Where no one
Can share its part
Or know that it is there

I have tasted Beauty
Worn its smile
And clutched its pain
I have held it to me
For a while
But in vain

The power of
Love’s silent storm
Raging in the hidden deep
Is beauty in
Its rarest form
Glimpsed vaguely in the tears we weep…

J~

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