The Beauty Seeker

Seek
When you have time
A beauty
That is perfect
But for once
Not in reflections
About past, present or morrow
Not in feelings
Of intense joy
Or deep sorrow
That has been and will be again
In countless things
Seen and unseen

Or in nature
That ephemeral element
The azure expanse
The emerald spread
The figures erect
They came and went

Just spread your wings within yourself
And journey beyond
Those realms of faith, reality or truth
To that place
Unbound
Dark and dense

Where one can
At will
Tie knots
Or lay carpets
Sylvan
On the ground or
In the sea

Sew a maze
Of runes golden and bright
With moonbeams in day
Or with sunbeams at night

Embroider a wish
Written
In those gleaming runes
With kisses sylphish
And sweet
And soft magical tunes

Sing a song
With those lilting notes
And join the dance
Of the swirling
Silvery motes
Persuaded by the breeze
As it croons and lingers
On your cheek
And bestows a kiss
When your hands caress it
Like a passionate lover
From tip to toe
With your waving fingers

Conduct a symphony
Of the thuderous music
Made by the storm
As it moldes
The sand dunes of tales untold
Dead and cold
Breathing life and warmth
In the somnolent folds
And the motes glow
Like embers instead
In the crimson morn

There
When this storm
Of Passion
Kindles the flame
Of Imgination
And illuminates
Every dark recess
Awakens
Every drowsy emotion
You might find
What you seek to possess.