Beauty Was Not There

The scent of beer and wasted tobacco burned in my nose Perfumes swirled about, but nothing caught my strict attention The smell of Beauty was not in the air, because Beauty was not there My eyes lazed about the crowd looking for something sweet Many shapes flashed by flaunting the female form, but nothing of interest The perfect curves of Beauty never caught my stare, Because beauty was not there My one hand held a damp bottle close waiting for another drink The other squeezed the formless air wanting something soft to grip My hand couldn’t touch the silk of golden hair, because Beauty was not there Arms waving in the shadows around questioning couples People left their love on the floor with the ashes and dried tears My heart was calm beating slowly without a care, because Beauty simply wasn’t there I lay in my bed with the death of the evening all around me But my ears caught the memory of words spoken in my longing slumber It was as if Beauty had finally found me, in that place between dreams and daylight The hopes of seeing your beautiful face keeps my heart at bay Knowing that the feel of your beautiful embrace keeps the lonely cold away You are Beauty, and you are perfect, and I can’t help but go on about you this way