Apr 20 2011
Beauty She Is
She is the cool breeze. She is the night sky.
She is the calming roar as clouds rush on by.
The gentle rain, the cozy bed,
the lulling music in my head.
The quenching water, the crackling fire
the break from work when I tire,
she is all these things to me
cause in them all I felt beauty.
But because she isn’t here
those feelings have disappeared
and pure, deafening, sorrow takes it’s place
dreadful to feel, lethal to face.
So I see the gorgeous waterfall, I see the brilliant structures
and I feel nothing but sorrow. This searing love punctures
and untainted passion spills into the sky
while a pale, weak, being begs for God to let him die.
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