Capturing Beauty with Just the Eyes
She seeks to write
What cannot be described
In words alone,
But a picture fails to do it justice too.
She leaves her camera behind
And writes these words in poem form.
Looking down upon the railroad tracks.
No train passes by,
But she pauses in her day to meditate.
What makes her stop in think so hard?
It’s only the tracks of a train,
But somehow it stirs her heart to ponder,
To travel to a distant land.
She stares into the distance, but sees no farther.
Life is somehow like that train track.
Or how does she describe that lone red tree
Surrounded by white Burch and greenery.
Something in the sight of it causes her to pause,
To stare. That loneliness is her sometimes.
She feels different, too,
And a little out of place,
She stands out from all the rest,
But beautiful nonetheless.
It’s a sight worth capturing, but not with a camera.
It would only blur one’s vision and distort the true image,
Or what about the Northern lights
On a wild wedding night not her own.
Something there to capture her heart
and cause her to stare in awe and wonder
At the handy work of her king.
A dream come true, a sight to behold.
She sees his love in every wave and streak
Of light against the dark night sky
And it gives her fresh hope
For bigger dreams, too.
Then there is the falling star,
But not a falling dream.
Rather another dream fulfilled,
Love displayed through a dream
He cared about and gave to her at last.
The wait was worth it, the joy in her eyes
The smile on her lips, the dance in her steps,
An experience not to be redone.
Not to be captured on film,
But captured in the heart,
Captured for memories sake
And not for art.
Not even words can do it justice,
But she tries.