When true beauty is born
She sings a singing of the unborn
presence before time as man marks it.
When true beauty is born -
born of an ageless age.
She is no more than the presence
of the all that grows a wing to fly,
a grass to sprout itself high into the sky.
That is everything we walk through.
O beauty, in my innermost feeling
you expand outside to reach the cloud,
the rain that falls, the star to shine.
O beauty, you take my hand,
caress my heart,
shine my eyes.
When true beauty is born © 26 January