Published in September Makata

Beauty is in the eye of the storm,
leveling all reason with tempestuous intrigue
So, as it makes old blood forlorn
it condenses those hardened by the pristine
Sanguine skies envelop the morning
and war begins every warning
beware this hearty beauty
.
Pulse, a triggers click to the horizon
Roiling and billowed, the lighting conspires
amidst a cloak of humidity comprising
of all the devices for brooding, writing
of epitaphs and folk tale tabs,
poetic grandeur and all that is left
of the nights ocher spilling unto sand
.
Yea, for beauty with all its fabled condition
is placid amidst the fervor of moons
With serene poise and composed disposition
it centers a gathering room
What wonders this feast of friends bears
for beauty which orbits in standing still