"writing poetry, starts in my soul, flows through my heart, up to my head, then it's out of my hands"
Friday, 18 May 2012
Kind of Blue
Kind of Blue
I had a great love of beautiful things. I saw them as something outside of myself, for the longest time. Broken, one day, i looked into a very dark place and found a jewel covered by a dark shroud. It had been hidden from me, until such time as i was forced to enter its realm. When i lifted that shroud, the space in which i found myself was no longer dark, and i was bathed in the beauty i had long sought, and thought belonged to others. It was then, that i recognized that all the beauty i had seen and gathered, as if in someone else's dream, had been shrouded within my own heart all along. I looked once again into the darkness, and saw you there. I saw inside your heart, what you yourself could not see, and having seen the beauty that resided there, how could i not hope to lift the veil of its own secrecy, and restore to you, what had been hidden from view for so long. You are more beautiful than you might ever suspect, and though you be in darkness still, beauty dwells within you.
© Richard Michael Parker 2012
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