a woman's true beauty
it is said that a woman's true beauty
moves from her face to her heart
she is likened to the aging rose
from bud to bloom, to potpourri
enveloping her existence
she is the truth in beauty
walking towards Heaven's Gates
mother said, find such a woman
in whose heart God is enthroned
be honored to sit at His feet
how many times i have peered
across this vast space
a vacuum that separates us
wandering and wondering
when your hand will grace my existence
a touch i have so longed for
the poems i so long to write
beckon in your every fingertip
silent lines i can see, blinded
where a muted man can only glimpse
waiting, a simple man, waiting
where we are separated only by eternity
and in that perpetuity is there an answer
to a forever question
a timeless existence perhaps
a valise of toiletries and disposables
Oregon 9/10/26
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