Beauty has no name

make way for Beauty
she turns heads
and
trips over smiles
stumbles over words
and
keeps close to awkward timing

what is it that i see,
and you
our easily manipulated
b
l
a
c
k
& white
clay world
doesnt?

i've heard that Beauty
is in the eye of the beholder.

but should not everything have
Beauty in it?

dancing and singing
laughing and playing
her record plays the same
s
o
n
g
s

now,
dont get me wrong,
i see what you see

but through different eyes.

eyes that to me,
turn wilting roses
into
e
v
e
r
l
a
s
t
i
n
g
dried memories,
turn black and white
into depth& perception

and rain,
into a replenished sky

Beauty has no definition
no look
no sound
no smell

Beauty is the
k
i
l
t
e
r
e
d
masterpiece

in all.