Beauty

Standard

There is an infinite beauty in living,

Breathing and listening

To the rhythm of the earth…

 

Artists merely tap into this haunting melody

And make vacuous shadows of the real

Beat that echoes

 

And curdles the blood of men and women

And sounds through the dreams of kings

The symphony

 

Of a sunset, the stattaco beat of the heart

As the body heats from a kiss

The music that roars

 

Soundlessly through the universe

The scale the world revolves in

With moans

 

Of the seasons, typhoons and dust bowls

Of the worlds pain and joy

The rumbles

 

Of a stampeding group of elephants

Charging the nearby store for bargain prices

And the percussion

 

Of the incessant tapping in class as the teachers

Drone on endlessly, the rhythm monotonous and

Overbearingly slow

 

Like the heartbeat of a great whale as it moans

Its sad song to the world, the sound vibrating through

The ocean wide, sonorous

 

The cry of a parent that outlived their child

Wild and aching, a piercing pain, sharper than the

Shriek of

 

Of pain as a teeth is uprooted and tossed

 

In it all.

There is beauty.