Beauty

Description of beauty as more than what the eye sees. Rose photograph taken by my daughter, Katie in our back yard. Girl in Red Dress from Flickr.

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Beauty

I sit in darkness, my unseeing eyes lonely to know beauty
But none comes to the dark. The dark knows its duty.
I bow my head, tears trickling down my cheeks.
My heart cries out in pain for the beauty that it seeks.

Somewhere in the darkness, the laughter of a child.
I prick my ears to listen. My heart is beating wild.
Then gently in my open hands, I feel a velvet touch.
Fragrance reaches to my heart. This rapture is too much.

And then I know completely what my eyes cannot translate...
That beauty has a fragrance, inner image to create.
Beauty has a velvet touch, and the sound of laughter too.
Beauty is more than mere seeing. Seeing is only a view.