Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder,
and through the eyes of this beholder,
life is beautiful,
within every pain or sorrow,
there’s a seed that dies and a tree that grows,
within every time that lapses
there’s a night that looms
and a day that dawns,
I see the cracks on the soils of my garden
and how it forms into a heart warming smile
like those of Obama’s,
and however the cracks do not warm my heart
I still would admit its beauty,
underneath the roofless skies
in the forest
where no one dares to walk for fear of the unknown,
I lay down,
and I see the stars,
but even this beauty reaches beyond mere sight,
all criss crossing the darkness with dotted lights,
I saw criss crossed in the skies
a priceless cow made of stars
that riches couldn’t afford to buy,
and i had it right there within my minds reach,
I watched the birds flock together,
all of the same kind,
and then I saw another birds
of a different kind join the birds of the first sight,
they made a pattern that stripped the fading blues skies
of its sole beauty,
White feathers flanked by yellow feathered birds
seen on the background of the “bluetiful” sky,
I also walked past a tree with so many eyes,
ridiculously,
I watched a tree watch me with interest,
maybe if it had had a mouth
it would have told me its thoughts,
and then the birds perched on my glass windowed roof sang to me different songs,
at times, it was so much only full of noise,
it still makes me wonder if they were screaming and cursing at the wind, the winter, or perhaps even the warmth,
and then I heard their melodies,
a beautiful song it was, a silhouette,
a fluted fox trot, and then a waltz,
thinking all the time whether to connote it as distractingly beautiful,
or beautifully distracting,
and neither my eyes nor my ears made these things the beauty I’ve come to name them as,
my mind only stayed awake to identify these simply as a beauty,
and woke up to those it never recognized as such before…
Tag Archive: blue
We’re from a different world my friend,
Where the grasses are green,
The girls are high,
And only the skies are blue…
Worries clench their fist to the skies of my mind
Saying “free at last free at last”
Sadness slams it’s feet on the terrace of my mind
Claiming my world from my hands,
As joy as well steals away from my mind
Like a thief in the night,
& misunderstanding dawns on me like sunrise,
And in the midst of it all
I find myself wondering why,
Not even of why the skies are black like this night,
Nor even of these blue feelings felt inside,
But just why…
Estonia,
Summer,
And I see the skies blue all night,
never dark…
Poems & Writings Of Debi Daniel 