What is beauty,

What is beauty,

Do you know it,

Have you seen its like before?

It is my guess

It has presented itself

To you

On more than one occasion

Did you notice

As it rolled across

Your open eyes?

Or were they glued,

Tight shut.

Blind to opportunity,

Turned away

For fear,

You would be scarred

By the experience.

Too afraid

You would be left wanting,

Cast adrift,

Splashing around in shallows.

And you never learned to swim,

Kept clear of deep water,

Sought shelter

Out of the mainstream,

And yet, still you cling to life

For all it’s worth.

What for?

When so much of it

Slips by unchallenged,

And happiness

Is a dance

Lost in shadows.

Might it be,

That you still

Hold a candle

For the light of love

To fall upon you?

But will it chance by,

In the course of a life

Turned, as it is

Away from the glance

Of unexpected

Refraction.

Tears are rainbows

In the eyes

Of love

Still cast in doubt,

And need to be chased.

Their treasure,

To be found,

Still needs to be sought.

First things first

With eyes, opened wide,

And free

From introspection,

Love might yet be seen.

It is all around,

Dappled,

As it may be,

In the afterglow

Of doubt.

But given its chance

It can flourish

Between the cracks

Of your experience.

Should you falter,

It does not alter

The facts at all.

There is even beauty

In a fall.

It brings the chance

Of happy landings.

And even fingers burned

Can mean lessons learned.

Look to me,

I am in you,

As you are in me.

And we are,

In all the ways

That matter,

All of us,

Bathed in beauty,

Can’t you see.