The light is full of chores to do
and bills enough to pay
it fills our time with common things
that drain our lives away

The sun that shines so brightly
that brings the light of day
it turns away the finer things
it holds them all at bay

For beauty lives in mysteries
in ways you cannot know
far beyond the twilight’s cast
behind the falling snow

Hidden deep in shadow’s dark
in evening’s low lit rooms
out among the mountains
in early morning’s bloom

Beauty’s in the mysteries
in the things you cannot see
just behind the turned down light
and out among the trees

And ere you chance in sideways glance
her dance in moonlight pale
then lift a glass, salute the gods
you’ve sipped enchanted ale

Marv Himmel


Photo by Arno Jenkins

2 thoughts on “Beauty”

  1. I really like it! Reminds me of growing up in the woods with all my imaginary friends and the fabulous tea party’s we used to throw.

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