What is beauty?
Does it hide in obscure places?
Does it dance to symphony?
Does it tease its own existence
So close yet out of reach?
We spend our whole lives searching
For something we can see
To excavate the vision
We think would bring reprieve
But hold on for a minute
Tightly we lose our grip
What if the beauty we see
Is just a fantasy?
Perhaps to leave a mystery
Is clearer than it seems
That beauty may be measured
By invisibility
Dec 15, 2013
Dec 15, 2013 at 4:35 AM UTC
What is beauty?
Does it hide in obscure places?
Does it dance to symphony?
Does it tease its own existence
So close yet out of reach?
We spend our whole lives searching
For something we can see
To excavate the vision
We think would bring reprieve
But hold on for a minute
Tightly we lose our grip
What if the beauty we see
Is just a fantasy?
Perhaps to leave a mystery
Is clearer than it seems
That beauty may be measured
By invisibility
