If Beauty had a face
It would shine
Like the dappled sundrops and the pooling of moonlight
Laugh-lines painted with the brush of Grace
Scars with stories, a bridging place
Where sorrow blooms into
Joy.
…
If Beauty had eyes
They would be fathomless
Deep as the forgotten lake of Wisdom, ice blue in shimmering tempest
Peach and aquamarine a dazzling witness
To the reflected glimmer of
Twilight.
…
If Beauty had ears
They would incline
To the minute bleat of a newborn lamb, the iridescent chirp of a lonely cricket
Muted would be the harsh clanging of expectation
Abandoned – the shimmering mirage of
Rejuvenation.
…
If Beauty had lips
They would be full and red
Her throaty voice issuing beacons of truth
Flares of ruby, flashes of proof
Her kiss would vanish the plunder of a thousand stings and usher in
Wonder.
…
If Beauty had arms
They would be flung to the ends of the expanse of earth
Encircling and encompassing the beyond
Gathering planets to her bosom
Scattering stars to light the cavern
Reaching to embrace
The forgotten ones.
…
If Beauty had legs
They would be strong and resolute
Like towers of old, the immovable trunks of oaks
Rooted to the soil, anchored in hope
Cultivated in toil and despite
Despair.
…
If Beauty had a mind
It would be layered upon layer with learning and delight
A criss-crossing, dew-dropped web
Curiosity and fascination, amusement and gravity
Sparks of insight and
Connection.
…
If Beauty was embodied
She would be found in the rhythm of
The dance of Three – the whirling and rippling of movement
Undergirding and issuing the origins of
Time.
