In pursuit of Beauty

If the Beginning was Beauty - 
The Sun a song of fields in repose,
the Moon the first piano key,
then I will sail under stars only -
writing of the sea's reflection
looking remarkably like our own
souls,
and not get lost in imitation lights.
If praying feels like gold on my skin
and I wake with saltwater thoughts 
before expectation sets in,
Swim upwards, sunflowers - 
I will follow. 


LJ Ireton 2024

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