Beauty Bound

We each have beauty,

Bound within,

Covered by the mask of age,

Disguised by life worn thin.

This inner breath,

This love, long lost,

This seed of single drop in ocean dry,

This why we wait in endless days of blue,

For chance to share sweet summer sound and sky,

For taste and touch,

For memory,

For you.

. . .


Hope is often all that keeps the lonely soul alive. Hope not for material gain or wealth, but for the chance to be known and loved.