Beauty To My Eyes (Poem Version 1)

Beauty To My Eyes

I want to go to another world

But I don’t want to escape

Let me break into a landscape

Of beauty amidst pain.

Let me land in a sea

Of endless possibility

Where joy doesn’t cease.

It’s like my wife and I

Loving endlessly,

That’s beauty to me.

On a continual quest

For an unquenchable urge,

Like a search for new music,

Music that is to be discovered,

Of past and present.

It’s like a feeling of when you first hear something,

Then you have to hear it again,

And again,

And again.

That’s beautiful.

Art,

Colors illuminating,

Elusive, and transparent,

That’s beautiful.

Film,

Roles personified,

That’s beautiful.

A husband

Sacrificing for his bride,

That’s beautiful.

A Messiah dying,

God rising

For a mortal lifeline,

That’s the greatest beauty

From which beauty flows.

Dear Tomorrow

Dear Tomorrow,

Will you come?

In retrospect,

I fear that you will.

Tomorrow,

I fear the inevitability of you

Approaching and

I fear you not coming.

Tomorrow,

Is it but death to bear?

Loss to stomach?

Is there no foundation?

This darkness in me is raging and

What is my relief for this

But nothingness?

How useless

It doesn’t harm the hurt.

It’s just torture.

I’m lacking hope tomorrow but

Would you have it?

Blackbird Observations

Sitting in my modestly enclosed

Four corners of white soul

I lay still as my fan whistles slow and

My headphones are far from low

Draped over my head-

I’m making a break from the screams

In the other room.

It is here

In this stillness

Where gravity stops for a minute

And I note a small blackbird

On my window sill and

I think,

“Will I ever be as free as that blackbird?”

“Will I ever fly from the tossing whims of every scene?”

“Will I ever escape the winds of unstable family?”

I ponder if the other birds take note when

their brother blackbird sings.

Who even knows if the blackbird embraces

what it means to be free.