Beauty

Beauty

What is it?

I believe I've seen this thing before...

I know it, I've seen it!

I've felt the feeling it can give when it touches the eye!

But...

Has anyone seen this thing in me?

This word, this essence...

Does it float in my presence?

Or am I just a witness to this power?

This divine divide one puts between oneself

And the concept of beauty...

Those that are narcissists know best, their flaws;

So conceited, oblivious to all allure but their own.

I was once one of these people with dropped jaws

Every time I glanced in a mirror, into my ego I'd drown.

A tarnish now covers the shine that once shimmered

Or is this just the realization of true self?

Is it reality that beauty isn't within or experienced

But only something remembered?

Are we stuck in a constant state of regret for not appreciating a beautiful moment to the full extent we can?

Even if one does in the moment, it isn't enough... how fleeting these gems are, and how distant and dim they become.

Beauty isn't here nor there.

Beauty will never be found.

Beauty is a remnant and a constant reminder

That I am not a part of it