~ Beauty, An Endless Sea ~

This body of holy water
Is yours and mine,
Like empty feathers
Scattered,
By love
Upon the winds
Of boundless seas,
For it was often
When I lay in fields of green,
The breeze
Would speak to my soul
And a gently,
Descending, feather,
From across the seasons
Of my life
Would tickle my love of beauty
Through memories
Of original taste, original smell,
And the childlike
Wonder,
Found,
In simply touching things
And recognizing,
Their light...

Irrevocable
Is my love of beauty
So, pristine,
In its holiest of states,
Where things
So, alive,
Could never die
And beauty,
An endless sea...