Beauty

There is beauty in everything

There is beauty in the night
Watching the street lamps shine
Gazing at a myriad of glowing stars
The echoes of crickets
Cold sweeping onto your bones

There is beauty in bed
Your face blending with the dark
The warm caress of your hands
The absent space on the bed
When you are far away

There is beauty in humility
Joy in the silence
In a loud chorus of voices
Pleasure in feeling small
Virtue in being lost

There is beauty in pain
The freedom of losing your mind
The painstaking effort
Of putting yourself back together
Just to tear yourself apart again

There is beauty in surrender
In the coming of death

Beauty in the agitation of conflict

Beauty in finding light in the darkness

Beauty when you get up in the morning
To try one more time
As the sun rises on the horizon