With Our Beautiful

Wishes come on horsebacks
With riders glowing like clouds
When we search for ecstasy
Do we check the nooks?
Do we ask the elders?
Or do we make wishes?
Sometimes, stretch out a hand
Feel the breeze and not your keyboard
Look at leaves and trees and not a woman
Look at a woman’s smile and not her behind
Look at her behind and not at her past
See crying clouds as joy unexplainable
And not as a punishment
See the angry sun as jubilant
And not as a ball set to scourge you to death
Even you are happy sometimes
And others are blinded by it.
See children as searching for answers
And not hard headed or stubborn
See the aging as a body bag of wisdom
And not as nagging nuisances
Tell tales canopied by the moon
Love freely.
Find beauty in tears, though they hurt
Find it in struggle, though it’s hard
Find it in friends, fake or real
Find it in deeps wounds that are now healed
Our beautiful is far, and near
Lurking in places we don’t reach
But behold the bliss when you find it.

LARDO