What about the things that are pretty?
or beautiful?
Like how the snow
looks as if its falling up
or the touch or your lovers hand
may be cold
against the warm dryness of your own
or how the wind
tangles through your fingers
hair
body…
the way the sunlight
floods through colors
to wash your skin in a golden glow
how your shadow puppets
look like birds
flying and flying and flying…
the giggles
and laughs
of loved ones
and little ones
you can't put a number on these
they're unmarked
theres no use in looking
its something you stumble upon
your face
and his/her face
inches apart
breath dancing
souls entwined
so they're pretty
yeah a marvel
these things you've heard of
they're goddamned beautiful
