What I Am Seeing Is Beauty Poem by RIC BASTASA

what i am seeing is beauty

beauty is subjective, this is my happiness

my medicine, but take it it will be your poison

it will be your way of vomiting what beauty is to the

beholder. what i see is a passing black bird

on my horizon, it is always a case of leaving

and putting back where my soul lies,

what i see are colors of sorrows and hideousness

this you cannot see because i have a wall for myself....


what i am seeing is beauty, it is the upsurge of my

ecstasies... you are curious, you want to be counted it

to what beauty is. It is boxed and what is there is

the beauty of darkness.

black as the night, cold as the mountain fog,

glistening dew of leaves, sparkles of stars,

sounds of leaving boats, and the song of the swan.