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.