Sight Of Beauty Poem by Louis Borgo

If I was denied denied access to you
is it a song without a diary or a hand shack to a new beginning

If words form out thin air would be a recital or would be a sea of efficient possibility a throne to a strawberry well just know I pick you first

If freedom lost it's carrier for a mail I like to be the stamp because I know
You kiss me back

If landing was to much to take from the break among the star I lay wake pillow and bed made for your wake

If earth only turn once on it axis I like to say I witness heaven
because you are truly sight of beauty.