An Edward Hopper World

I drive through early
Independence Day,
The sun shines lonely
On the cornices;

It’s like I’m in
An Edward Hopper world
Of timelessness
And magic canvasses

There is a feeling
Lonesome hearts will know,
Of pride in emptiness and
Vain display,

And how we strive,
Wherever we might go,
To find some beauty there
Along

The way

Entranced by Beauty

I am entranced by beauty,
Although I realize
That there is more to someone than
What happens to our eyes.

For love is made of laughter,
And stays in times of woe —
And character of brains and will
And more that I don’t know.

But when sunshine in Paris
Sets almond eyes aflame,
I am entranced by beauty,
And it’s good, all the same

Beautiful, Sad

i see it as i wander by…

the world is beautiful and sad,

i see it as i wander by;

the good things that we want – so bad –

our reason – just an alibi –

 

the aching heart will know no peace;

the tired soul will find no rest —

the world is beautiful, but sad:

our worst is so mixed up in

all our best

Flowers in a Shop

This very morning just now

I’m walking by, and I can smell
The smell of flowers in a shop;
It brings me back to other times,
And so, I wander in and stop

And see it all in bright array.
These glories of the tree and field:
Reminders that what’s best is brief
And how we just press on when we
Should yield