The rain comes down
Washing clean all that has past
Time stops before your very eyes
The thoughts of that one girl
Over and over in your mind
They make things ok
Make things clear

The only thing that time really does
Is slow your heart beat
From running away in the bliss and excitement
The fear, the unknowing of what's to come
The serenity

The rain pours down
Still unsure
Still confused
But the signs are there
glistening in the light of the moon
Faded but there,

They reassure that there is light at the end of this long dark tunnel
They draw you closer
Like moths only sobered by reality
That maybe this light
The warmth that you feel
Is taken by the night, is absorbed by the darkness
To return you to the nothingness from which you came
To be passed off like a stone into a drowning river
Forgotten forever

Fighting the rain like a flood
The light catches the drops
A glimmer of hope
A chance
Proof of what is
What is not

It is what is is
It is what its not

This is what we make it
The chances we take
The vows, no matter how silent
They spell the truth
The truth that only god can know

The depths of our very selves tell a story that none can see
That only they can share with whom truly want to hear

Do they that want to share want to hear?
The fear of rejection flows through my veins
Like a drug it inches into every part of my body
Devouring what is left
All the hope
Until a sign is left
A sign that tells me everything is alright
That everything is fine

Its all there in the making, coming down with the rain
All we need is to catch that light
The light that has been shining for so long

The light that will eventually consume us
Take us to that place
The place where we belong.

Beauty isn't seen with our eyes
It is felt with our soul
We cannot understand our minds or hearts
What we feel and what we need
It's not the make-up, the body, the perfect hair
It's not the scars, scratches or marks

It is what our heart sees that is not defined
Its those eyes that tell a million stories in a single blink
Its the deep smile that pushes memories deeper than the butterflies they cause

We see all of this, but not with our eyes
Feel it without our hands

It is within all of us
Waiting to be seen by the right person
That one person that hears the stories you tell
That is over taken by a simple touch
The one that lets those butterflies fly like angels back to heaven
The one that not only do you see their beauty, but they see yours

Your souls entangle, as your bodies do
And everything
..fits

Beauty
Love
Desire

All we need to feel this is to see without eyes
To feel without hands
Speak with no words
And hear through the silence

And that
Is beauty.