your beauty does not fade,
your self, remaking, and remade,
you see empty,
we see refilling,
seeking, dreaming,
but make no mistake,
isolation is not your condition,
no, instead think permutation,
you are skin shedding, evolving
the newer new, substance over
lip gloss of surface
and the voyage of transition
is wondrous to us.
Behold!
Behold, a
Kelly Rose!
Jan 25th, 2014
Postscript:
Tho the central sun warms the unfolding,
It is the bitter winded cold of the northeast that
Queries, what is the stuff of your composure?
Where artists litter the pavement, some rising,
Some falling, but all teaching by watching
You pirouette.
So when the inner quest is not sufficient,
Come to where the weather's central quest,
Is a reminder constant that there is no answer,
For humans are seasonal creatures,
Forever changing their skins or else
Slow dying under a tan that hides
No change
The postscript came to me later, obseving the snow flurries and and the NYCB dancers performing Concert Barocco (music by Bach) at the ballet now