when the path of life becomes
covered in shadows
when mistress nights’ presence
is so powerful it tastes of
arsenic bourbon and the blackest
of cold day old french roast coffee
in those times of darkness
the things that are beautiful
shine so much the brighter
and my spirit is drawn to
what is beauty
those beacons
of light
recent days my spirit
my soul
have been drawn to beauty
even morso now
then ever
before
I felt the beauty of a smile
from a friend a long time
in the making
and I feed from the beauty
in a real hug held tight
and given freely
I read and wept beauty
in words between lovers
and beautiful sadness
at lovers lost
and memories lived again
in words a plea most eloquent
I drank beauty in the north texas sky
lady luna so bright she lit my way
on that journey from here to there
and I danced and drank on that same
evening while the sky was filled with rain
thunder and lightning
my path still dark
yet I see
those beacons that light
my way
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