SEEING BEAUTY

What is Beauty ?

Awwww ! you know ,we see it everywhere
She is beauty and she is near
Who is beauty ?
It is she, herself, near me
My world, my dear

What ? you spoke of beauty ?
Of course and where ?
Looking up at her like in to heaven
And she who brings me there
Describe her

Certainly , catch an Angel
Bring me the wings
For I need gossamer things
Let me see a child at play
And you have seen all I can say

What about Beauty ?
I don`t know, I am mortal you know
She is my girl that`s plain to see
And there you have it , beauty
I know what she brings to me

An angel`s voice with silky wings
And a lovely shape and other things
But all is wasted , deep down, more
Unless you hear the tortured soul
That grieves for life and loves the poor

She is pathos, empathy, love
But that is empty as sky above
What is beauty, a loving way
Loving God as he looks today
Abiding you and loving me, hey

That may be beauty but who can say
For mortal man to describe his girl
Is like forcing ocean waves to curl
Who am I to write this way
About such an indescribable play

Tripping across her features when she smiles
Gazing out across the miles of breathless
Plains filled with the treasure of God
And back to hold his leaves of grass
Not yet touching , not near , always less

For no man yet has even closed this wondrous scene
This realm of man and yet not touched
A hint perhaps, but still unseen
Describe beauty in a little smile a tiny curl
You see, beauty is my girl
-----Eagle Cruagh

Reviews

[Lilmissfit]

haha thats sooo sweet the way you describe her, i thought for sure, at first that you were talking about the things in the world that are beatiful, and how we always ask ourselves "what is beaty? what is it really?" beaty is what we want it to be, what we see, how we view the things we see. Beaty can come in any shapes and sizes :)) but half of it, it seems as your talking about a woman and then other things. Either way this is a very interesting poem, you describe it so well in detail what beaty is..very good poem :)

[Coyote Poetry]

Beauty is when a wise man know he had his dream and appreciate it. I like the way you led the reader to the very logical ending. I enjoy the description and the story told in this outstanding poem.
Coyote