Beauty Has to Flow

You can’t hold on to beauty.

By nature She is a flowing stream, sparkling as she passes.

To capture her is to make her frigid,

Lifeless like a statue.

No, beauty has to flow.

You have to relish the movement as she goes

Then let it grow and glow 

As memory.

You can’t grasp sunrise

Clouds as they blaze

The glory of light

Flame-flashing across the sky

In iridescent colors.

Oceans of opalescent fire glow

For a moment, then fade blue to day

As you travel through.

You can’t seize the notes of a song.

The vibrations gush

Melody and harmony 

Transforming the heart,

Rhythm igniting the passions

Inviting you to dance, freely

In their embrace.

Let beauty swell and teem with life.

Let beauty caress your soul.

And flood your eyes with tears

Pouring down your face,

Pooling in your broken heart,

But don’t try to own it.

Let it go.