Beauty

"Beauty is fear...we quiver before it"

Take it in your hands and look at it. Deep into it. What do you see?

Something you love or something you wouldn't dare to love?
Something you hate or something you would like to hate?
Something you remember that could never be yours?
Something you destroyed but which never went away?

Something you cherish yet hold in contempt?
Something you need and yet fear to lose most?
Something you want but cannot see?
Something you see but cannot touch?

None of the above.

The light in a child's eyes.
The first snow that embraces a tired world.
The first rose petal you stroked, the first wet grass you smelt.
Sunrise on a dreaming sea, sunset painted across the sky.
The dogeared diary you hide, a stranger's smile,
the first person who inspired poetry in you....

None of the above?

The gnarled piece of driftwood afloat on a rushing rapid,
the dark shapes of the wizened walls of a lost cave,
the red red eyes of the devil you see in your dreams,
the stinging pain of that first love bite,
the howling hyena that gave you goosebumps,
the faceless shadows that whisper to you,
the hungry flames that lick the forest,
the long curling crack in a smooth white wall,
the smoky shapes floating off that killer fag,
a heroin high, the horror of an insane black night,
climbing to the top of your favourite mountain-looking down
knowing who you are, who you can be..

All of the above?

You choose.