“Beautiful” (Inspired by The Isley Brothers)

Not a day, my heart: and nothing breathes—the spellbound.

Our love: such solitude: our death: such resurrection; and

Every increment—a miracle. I swoon and panic alive the

Stars; and dance and cry alive the psalms. For such miracle,

Haunts the vision. Listen, my heart: a rising nightingale.

She cries such beauty; and burns such magic. The earth—

A passionate sea; and near the skies, a yearning smile.

Not a day, my heart: and nothing breathes—the spellbound.

Our life: such aesthetic: our past: pure contemplation; and

Every instrument—an orchestra. I flit the dalliance alive

The tears; and waltz and breathe alive the words. For such

Rapture, drives the passion. Vision, my heart: a painted

Miracle. She flames such beauty; and burns such glitter.

And heaven—a sanctum sweet; and joy—a harpoon.