Her Beauty's Beast Poem by Jack Smith

green hazed fall days,
too troubled to walk away,
simple minds seem ignorant,
do I then dream away?

beauty aflame by pride within,
crude words reveal unseen warmth,
simple questions mock for answers,
as an unsung melody finds his tune hidden

deprived soul longs for rest,
world and hurt, man became beast
wanders again, longs to be lost
lost then to find life again

simple pleasure bring blue skies
aim to the horizon stretched pale
if salvation is of up above, then
can beast pawn his soul anew?

here, the gates of grace open,
behold the dayspring dawns again,
heaven's angels rain their tears of dew,
as beauty dies to redeem the beast whole

lo, the air full of angel's songs,
and new the tune on her beast's lips,
hark! hear the joyful trumpet,
and new the life in his beauty's soul