. . .because beauty comes in many guises.
External beauty, seen only in the
dark shadows, kissed by a crescent
moon, shroud in storming clouds.
Internal beauty, heard only between
the speckled flakes of cosmic dust
dispersed on opalescent beams.
External beauty gracing the page
in the aesthetic ink of bleeding
wounds and echoed screams.
Internal beauty never fading
perpetual light illuminating eyes,
hope, splattered about life’s canvas.
External beauty duels time and age
captured moments of supremacy
a catalyst of inspired thought, for. . .
Internal beauty needs no parade
in her mellifluous symphony.
Internal beauty needs no parade.
Rob Gordon & Karen Hayward © 2017
Image ©2017 KH