Beauty is found deep inside the night.
It blooms with a rising moon,
Then peaks in the first golden rays of dawn.
It is in the tears of a mother watching her child play,
Awash in joy, awash in pain, it is there unbidden.
Beauty is true acceptance of who we are.
It is a hand stretched out in support with
no judgment, no expectations.
A flower of the mind opening to wondrous eyes,
A midnight rose afloat in its perfume,
These are mere words that describe the feelings invoked.
It is that which we crave while drowning in its essence.
But beauty can only be achieved when we love ourselves.
It transcends the darkness of prejudice and ignorance,
fear and doubt,
To be softly illuminated by wisdom and our hearts desires.
For beauty is forever expressed in the mind of the beholder,
And in the eternal friendship that bonds the brotherhood of man.
