The Beauty of Love

To be inside the beauty of love, kissed by truth. The angel sang of her sadness. I followed along in a musical dream, and it led me to the knowing spirit of the tender feeling. It is a lonely moment for a selfish feeling. The world is at bay. The eyes see only the feeling within, they are not empty and they then look on the outside, examining feeling, and its quality of purity. The city is crammed with madness and it is cold outside. Winter threatens to keep its promise and everywhere will be somewhere to avoid. And inside the day I felt the prescence and I told my imagination to find control and I told my imagination to be bold and free. And in the midst of the evening a song stirs. It sings to the heart as it speaks to me. I think about today and what it brought to me and the difference that I may have made to it. I turn from my vanity but stay inside somehow. There is promise in the night and last night the raging moon threatened the blackness of the sky. When I saw the morning there was ease, to be inside the beauty of love and kissed by truth.