All About Beauty

Maybe when I’m old, then gone, they’ll talk boldly of me

Paint word pictures of the thought I gave, the care I took

Depict the lines on my face without failing the beauty in them

Knowing I’d want them to tell my whole story of success

All of it, and how, but for them, I’d have failed abjectly

Nocturnal Eyes

I was not granted 
Nocturnal eyes
For in the dark
I cannot see people
Dancing
Smiling

Dancing like pinpoint lights I wish to make sense of and wish to join hands with

Smiling like soul-seekers they wish to be part of something much greater than this 

I was not granted 
Nocturnal eyes
Nor are those
Who descend
From
Me