If I could see beauty without melancholy flutter frames
Or flames of visions, dreams of Heaven and earth, of tired dirt
Mumbling “Inhale the freezing air and live you lively
In the consuming bite of exhales, expulsions of the soul”
I would say Leave it. Mourn to morn and do not see or sleep,
Sit a while and hear the haunting music of your soul.
I could cry for you a while, let centuries cease
If there was beauty here to remind me.