Sunday, February 18, 2007
Beauty was what my eyes sawIn a place often overlooked
Mistook, because most eyes do not search
Beyond surface, veneer and facade
Beauty was what my eyes saw
In the places where I searched for me,
As cherished as a reflection,
In the hope, vain as it was,
That I too held beauty
Beauty, my heart felt,
In a slow creeping of blood,
The trilling sound it made,
In closeness and smell and touch and taste
2 hours cookbook at 4:01:00 AM
