It's not the sadness that worries me;
Those days spent behind glass doors
Watching the world wander by
Without the will to reach out.
It's every time I see beauty.
When random chance throws up
The laugh of a child
Running through the grass;
Or the dawn of new perspective
In a stranger's eyes
As they stop, awe-struck, in front of Pollock;
Or standing here, in an assuming basement,
Seeing her sing with such soul and longing.
Just at that moment, as I feel the world
Pulling my soul away from my sorrows,
I can't help realising:
Here is love
Here is joy
Here the answer
To all those questions
Echoing out
In the quiet of your lonely soul.
Yet I pause, in that moment
Trapped by the fear of ever after
For what if, one day,
When she smiles
As if the universe itself
Rejoices in her beaming face,
What if I miss it?
What then?
YOU ARE READING
Beauty
PoetryThis is inspired by two people I saw over two weekends (both redheads, as it happens. Maybe I have a thing), doing things I love in life. Admittedly I wrote most of this while listening to the second one sing - seriously great gig, I still feel a l...
