The Best View of You

POETRY
08-13-02022

Beauty, I love you.

I love you, I love each gifted gaze.

Time & life, pouring out your eyes.

Drink deep & become, they say.

But only at life’s speed.



I get the best view of you.

B E A utiful you.

How . . . becoming.

A moment,

a night,

a life,

all a precious bit of sharing.

I take it lightly, how could it be heavy?



I’m buoyant on the sea of it.

Dancing wild across it, this gaze, these eyes.

The threshold of worlds deep & complex as any God in God.

We can’t keep our sirens silent, shipwrecks decorate our shores.

Coasts of grace & grief.

Of a continued devotion to draw breath.



O, Beauty, I am quite grateful for you.

Just you, all your Gods & mortals.

I've put away my namaste.

I greet you all.



Because those eyes have poems for me,

that are never finished.

My words dissolve like sugar cubes . . .

in those blue jades.



Never not enough, those windows too . . .

I love you.