Beauty Be

the sound of misting rain gathered in twilight that passed by in the beauty that be
a few days ago at the the beginning of night brought about by the breath that beauty be
sweet cream and soft jams decorate the beginning of the beauty that be
regardless of growing and searching for the smell in the taste of beets, unwilling
for the beauty that be

found as a sound gurgling underneath the body of beauty that be
round, filled with light, heat and feathers
fallen in the leaves that take the dank into a constant drizzle
misting its patterned body along the edge of my thought dark is surrounded
and released to change the nature of darkness with the beauty that be

growing more and more intentional managing on a night where
I don't know what to make for dinner
the realm of breath that takes the sight of what that beauty be
into accounts on a sunday evening where a tattooed man makes his case for
stopping the stories that limit an understanding
to the nature of breath in beauty that be
inside of me on a night like this wherever the search for beauty be
in breathing with awareness beside the beauty that be