To be beautiful

The beauty I see

I wish it were me 

a daisy in yellow ~

Post modern groans

New modern tones
a simple approach to life ~ 

The memories once

Un-moveable
The moments of heaping shallots ~ 
My being, framed
so insecure
I murmur when I speak ~

Moving fast 

but yet so slow 

My luck of left? just leave! ~ 

I find my only interest now. . .
my hobby, movement feeds

Golden lights are dimmed down low
By tunes

My meek in motion ~

The laughter held at noon today

I woke to find some purpose ~

The life I wed 

where hours pass 
 I like 

'To do' by day ~ 

The excite at night 

To see [held hands] 

eyes

of fearless fight~

I haven't found the calm in me

But when my eyes are shut ~

I hide in every sleepy corner

To color a page. . . I must ~

I peek
but still unprompted by 
The beauty in this beast ~
her song is long
her lips are numb
her dreams . . .
of beautiful things.