- It is said that beauty Is in the eye of the beholder
- But there is beauty one must be blind not to see
- Picasso blue and Van Gogh orange
- God’s Paintings on nature itself,
- Mountain top views, clouds in a blue sky.
- Flowers in full bloom, and Perfect sunrises.
- But as common as a day of the week,
- Are those beauties pleasing to see.
- But as rare as the perfect sunset,
- Are those raising the soul to heaven,
- making us better just by the seeing.
- And the rarest beauty of all,
- Is that soul the eyes may reveal
- Pen and paper, tapping on a keyboard,
- Pouring out words no one will read.
- Expressing the language of my heart,
- In a futile attempt to capture the inspiration.
- Fear and longing, insecurities and hope,
- And dreams of what could be.
- Possibilities found in an unknown soul,
- Which shines out through those eyes.
- Questions without words in silent prayers,
- Eyes of the One or another muse?
- Depth enough for a lifetime exploring,
- Inspiration enough for true love,
- or just for another poem?