beauty is
afterglow on a face you
        want to bridge the         gap        to
a rickety bridge that holds on by old poles
strings that tether to the
connected ground

beauty rises;
       in wings flying
            beauty is like the sun spreading
it reaches like
              writhing vines up to the
    newly sprinkled sky

beauty flies;
          blown by the high winds and
    it’s in the leaves that have fallen;
beauty is in giving life, love
      and beauty breeds in the
              silence of the resting

the silence of the lived

beauty sleeps
in the amber painting the clouds, the silver linings;
        new nights to live and to be
                                beauty is to know

to understand without words