Beauty Where No One sees
Every now and then your spirit dances.
Is it from what the soul glances,
sneaking a peek through the mending cracks of a broken heart?
The spirit still dances,
but the soul is frozen from what it sees.
A naturual beauty like a lost ship,
looking for a lighthouse upon the shore.
Words flow from the soul trying to guide the beauty,
like light does the ship.
A heart that was once bled dry of emotion,
trying to learn to beat once again,
listening to the voice of just normal words
that sound like the song of birds upon the dawn.
Just an ordianry man seing beauty where no one sees.
Cx Patterson