In the World Where I Live

By Hank Edson

In the world where I live
The flames arrange in petal folds
Silent small open passive
And Beauty gathers Beautiful holds
Together draws them closer tighter
Their fragrant pulp not fire smolder
But light that shines much brilliant brighter
In the sweet dark eyes of my beholder.

In the world where I live
The air resounds in buttery peals
The heart's doors swoon and simply give
Every fracture smoothes and heals
As lifted raised abandoned free
The pulse of being open files
Trumpeting through the heavenly glory
Enraptured song when Beauty smiles.

In the world where I live
The wave of auburn hair is law
Arching eyebrows soft and pensive
Command creation awaken awe
And the tender graceful definition
Of her cheekbones nose mouth and chin
Offer chaos complete compassion
Beautiful wise and feminine.

In the world where I live
A pure and perfect peace pervades
Man makes amends the gardens forgive
Great lakes grand canyons ever glades
Noble emotions spiritual grace
Life's pristine wilderness and soul
Reflecting Beauty's radiant face
In every being and as a whole.

In the world where I live
Each heart beat ripples throughout space
Each breath transforms is curative
Each moment breaks from its surface
Like a bather from a mountain lake
Into morning air alive and small
Keenly thrilled and wide awake
Hearing Beautiful profoundly call.

In the world where I live
My every cell is energy
Communicating and sensitive
Poised upon a single certainty
Announced within the heart of heart
That everything depends on her
That life itself must finally start
In Beautiful complete surrender

In the world where I live
Every heart devotedly serves
And every head is fugitive
Every poet tongue-tied observes
And every scientist loudly sings
Rhymes and prayers among the rooftops
How Beauty reigns how Beautiful brings
The beginnings of a love that never stops.

In the world where I live
A succession of prayers repeat
Resonant and consecutive
Thanksgiving and praise rise from the street
For Beautiful the whole world sighs
And there I walk and mix my plea
To become the light of Beauty's eyes
To be loved by her eternally.

Copyright © Hank Edson 2007

Check Out These Great Titles By Hank Edson!

Now Available at DemocracyPress.Net