On Finding The Beautiful One.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

built within our souls is
this sense for beauty

we have not met it yet
but we know when it comes

we sometimes try to be familiar
making it as cup to coffee
but to no avail

we erase what we write
many times over
and say, 'this is not yet
what it really is'

we go into a deep depression
wrecked like a boat to a storm

when it arrives finally
like a lover
we can't stay like posts

we dance. we jump with joy
and we tell the moon to go on drifting