Beauty

Unquiet heart, restless and reaching

And Beauty is a shadow round the next corner

Just beyond sight, and so tantalizing

And in the night, fitful sleep and pungent dreams

Replaying scenes and rehearsing wishes

A whisper meant for an ear, falls into air

I would rearrange the world’s geography

Shake the silly stalk of politics

and disfigure powers to achieve

the constant touch of shoulder to hip

while walking beneath the same piece of sun.

Then disarm the guardians of time

to keep a night of honeysuckle breezes

with the moon, passing clouds

and Beauty.