Beauty : Reverie

If there is beauty

Then it consists of this

Quiet moments of darkening light

Breeze on high moving leaves about

Shadows falling with subtle delicacy

Across a walnut table

And the computer screen

As aging hands type to the rhythm

Of this arising thought/feeling

Fleeting

As time itself is

Beauty is contained in this :

Quiet time

Pregnant with

Tenderness of heart

A long glance thrown backward

No longer wedded to the sticking place

Freedom of breath

In a moment with no pressure

Mind soul and heart

Freed to reverie

Untethered for a time

From earthly limits and concerns

Plummeting inwardly towards receptivity

Awakening of light