lives end.
do they?
we exhale
in beauty
seconds express themselves
by passing––
they cannot be
destroyed
we know joy––
our eternal
am
birds glide
thru invisible air
like sunlight
henry moore
is in the heart
of bronze
colors change––
where do they go
but everywhere?
a photo connects
light with forever––
& the shapes click firmly
into place
reality twists
& bends––
but doesn’t
break
those who care for us
hug us
together
happiness is
as contagious
as laughter
a sense
of memory
keeps the galaxies
content &
in their places
a lifetime
is an image
like a glowing
infinity
joy is a
resonant form
of energy
how do colors
feel?
why?
is a very big
understanding
we use the word
miracle
for beauty
we can’t
explain
being is
what we feel
as we float
thru this multiverse
perfection is the way
things are––
it changes
time is our
narrative––
beauty is
God’s end.