Beauty

Have you not
Cherished beauty,
Far beyond the norm,
In art, poetry, music
And the perfection
Of the human form,
Or the amazing beauty
Within the spirit of the mind,
When you, perchance,
Divine insights find,
At times, observing nature
In its infinite perfection,
A sunrise in the morning,
A wooded glen,
Are often a sublime selection,
If there be gods and heavens,
Beauty is their reflection.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2006 Alfred Charasz