Beautiful

At seventeen so beautiful the man was still a child
A fragile creature frightened deer was startled by the wild
Observer saw that life could be a most unhappy place
Refusing competition he disdained the human race
Ethereal he lived his life secluded in the night
A dancer found that music was his way into the light
Surrendering so sweetly lost his soul within the dance
The wispy willowed reed who arcs as if he’s been entranced
In heaven flying high is where the beauty made a home
The ecstasy of sky he never felt he was alone
Existing in a universe he made from smoke and dust
Avoiding earthly pleasures he’s immune to love and trust
So high the child became a man and didn’t realise
That dry and empty stones now sit where once were sparkling eyes

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Author: thepoetautist

A Gay poet of fifty odd years who is currently living in Cambodia.

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