Writers Find Beauty In Everything

Tonight I sat on the cement  and watched my neighbor 

as she tenderly picked up her dog whos soul was as old as hers.

but, how beautiful their love must be, since they're all each other has.

I closed my eyes and listened closely

to the natural song the wind chimes made.

How beautiful ears must be to those who cannot see.

I smiled as I saw a young dad out of breath,

His son racing down the street who was learning to ride a bike.

  

How beautiful it is when something as easy as the wind in your hair can make you feel free. 

It was the simplest of nights.

  The sunset faded before I could look out my window,

and the stars couldn't be seen through the thick clouds.

But if I can find beauty in the most ordinary things...

Then

Surely

I

Can

Find

The 

Beauty

In

You.

even when your soul starts to fade, and your stars in your eyes can't be seen.

Because darling,

You are far from ordinary. 

Will You Stay?

Sunsets long for an audience to love their limited beauty,

 I hope I've captured your eyes enough to make you stay.

But darling, this is midnight, and the colors have faded silently.

I lay awake, searching the dark sky for burn marks where colors once danced.

and although fire still burns bright long after the world falls asleep.

I'm scared my love for you will burn long after yours turns to ashes.

Sunrises  are meant for people with hope in their sleepy eyes

and I guess it's time I start becoming a morning person.