Feeling Beauty
Posted on 10. May, 2006 by Barry Hurd in Author's Favorites, Love, Romantic, Spiritual
I once knew of beauty so warm
That nothing could be so touching
Slow decadent warmth.
As if wrapped in a blanket of life while feeling the glow on my skin.
It fell upon my face like summer rain.
Not like water, but as if my soul was being touched by life.
Pure and fluid like the cool wind across my neck.
Not wanting, just offering itself to those in witness.
Fire nor ice could not compare.
For it was like life living without despair.
Memory cannot serve the passion from which it drew.
For what not beauty can be remembered in thought.
But beheld in innocent spirit as truth to nature
I once knew of beauty so warm
That nothing could be remembered