Beauty, Yes

Beauty, yes I have striven to be you, before hibiscus fades Before the stars sprinkle night that covers ocean sunset After the icicles thawed and swans inhabit the blue lagoon We cannot know the perfect thing in our finite dust The lesser never comprehend the object of lust Beyond us bright, yet upon imaginations trust Beauty, what are you? From what strange world you come? Tell me O truth to know, unknown. You who make me love and not see And yet know enough to pursue walking a thin sea Yet still I believe that absolute beauty does exist And I look for it to come out of stars or morning mist Or out of bright imagination's tightly clenched fist Every flower I love ever like a sunset fades Every dream of old I cherish, like a leaf is marked for death And sometimes at nights I only see one half the moon