BEAUTY IS MY WORK
to labor in spirit,
letting life spill into words
which might move your mind
in ways that release
the light of the truest you,
all fresh and wet with wonder —
a wild child shining
through the intricate maze
of your soul; all awake
and wanting nothing but love;
peering out your face,
beautiful with joy like the sun,
innocent as a breeze,
calm with repose, like a rose,
soft on a summer's day.
Poem © Blake Steele 1998
Image © Blake Steele 2010
Image © Blake Steele 2010