 a kaleidoscope of beauty surrounds and engulfs us |
 if only we had the wisdom to see floating water lilies |
 in their own secret space |
 or the magical swirl/turn of ribbons |
 thrown into the universe like confetti |
 inside we are still children |
 wanting to see these things so pretty |
 yearning for that other brightness |
 in places our souls refuse to go or take us |
 when we break out of this quagmire |
 when we really learn to use our eyes |
 somethings, so pretty, will live all about us-the world closer to our hearts |
