Having qualities that give great satisfaction,
delighting the senses,
Or the mind.
Some would say,
It must be extravagant.
Boisterous in elegance.
Splendid
From end to end.
Some would argue,
It just has to impress.
Dressed in beauty.
With a crown
Of untold significance.
Where truly do you find magnificence?
Does it hide in museums?
Kept under scrutinizing watch?
Available to those
Who choose to pay the toll?
What ever happened to the eye of the beholder?
The realm where beauty once resided.
Where everything stood a chance
To be received with awe.
A cloud.
A crack.
A wall.
In fact.
Everything has beauty.
Even...
Light.
This poem was written in conjunction with a 60 second video. To view it, just visit http://youtu.be/Q3K3McY2koo
