In a Certain Eye
What is beauty so ill defined
quantity of what matter?
Yet when I look in your eye,
wild lustrous eye of Mauve,
I am struck dumb with longing
to touch beauty, to be beautiful.
Again, what beauty?
Shall I dim the light?
We are one spirit, human.
Sometimes I see beauty in every
man and woman. Sometimes
beauty is contained in a single
point of light, in a certain eye.
Copyright © Barbara Cotter | Year Posted 2007
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