Behold!

No better than normalcy,

That we believe in

Is her Beauty

Shielded by people, blind,

Keeping it full and alive,

She flows like rivulets unknown,

Unseen forever in the explorer’s eyes,

For those who have seen, suffer of beauty,

For beauty is so naive,

Craving belittles every soul,

Yet craving I cannot hide,

However, not to love, for soon enough,

Dissolved in nature, Nature’s bride,

She seeps through the streets

Into the darkness tunnels of infinite,

Layers of slush cyclone

Into the vacant tombs of what we were,

She is the life blood of precious angels,

Small yet stunning, banal yet serenely seduced by her happiness,

Softest eyes, tiny fingers and a rush of  jovial small breaths,

Presence as fleeting as humming bird’s flight,

Cradles my myths,

Drowns me within my weeping heart,

For all things loved and never found,

Never touched and never bound,

Proximity is the only distance,

That screams with a million dreams,

That never was and never will be,

And I want her in moments of insanity,

Together in deepest and most fulfilling days

Words bracketed by thoughtfulness.

Spirit of Flight (no ownership rights)

And then it rains

She will rain… again,

I will try to feel her pain… again,

As we move on…