More beautiful than
A sculpture and a symphony,
Her hands and her voice —
Locked forever in my mind, and
Interlaced in every idea I have
Of love
More beautiful than
A sculpture and a symphony,
Her hands and her voice —
Locked forever in my mind, and
Interlaced in every idea I have
Of love
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
Beauty is fleeting
But ugly
Has a way of sticking with you
When viewed from a great distance, it can be easy to miss life, itself; this, however, is a mistake, as it’s only life that gives the view whatever order or meaning you find there.
What I’ve learned from years of flying is that new perspectives reveal new beauties, and that a little distance can make sense out of things that puzzle us close up.
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
expressive movement
weightless hope
beautiful yearning
© Andriy Bezuglov | Dreamstime.com – Ballerina in black
The world’s a different place
Through every set of eyes,
So love the “you” you are,
For beauty has
No size
I sing of beauty only
because I’ve seen
its wondrous soul at work
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