“In the eye of the beholder’ is never more true,
when sharing our images, of the perceived beautiful.
I behold yours and you behold mine.
How do we define beauty?
Softness, hardness, contours, edges or contrast
They combine to grab, please or make one mutter.
I know it when I see it.
Whether yours or mine,
it eases my mind, my heart, sometimes my soul.
Images, for me, convey what seems beautiful.
May I say for the gifted few,
the divinity, who seem able
to draw forth words with blissful ease,
I see your beauty too,
not with my eyes, but with my mind’s eyes,
my heart and sometimes my soul.