Awake With Beauty

“Awake with Beauty”-Ben Aaker

“It’s quite,” he thought.
Dim lights,
Soft sheets.
He held her close.
Firm, hoping his embrace would last.
But gentle, making sure he did not wake his angel from her rest.
And so she slept,
Eyes softly closed.
And out of her came a peaceful melody,

“Inhale.
Silence.
Exhale.
Silence.”
And so she rested.

And now, unto the whims of her mind she fell to exploration.
In search for appreciation,
She fell back to the moments where she saw beauty.
Back to the sparkle of raindrops on that red rose,
Back to the shimmering twinkle of that falling star,
Back to the elegant display of fireworks in that darkened sky.
Back to,
Everything beautiful.
And so she dreamed…

Yet as she purred her soft melody,
The boy sat awake.
He did not sleep.
He did not dream.
He did not close his eyes to see the rose, the star, the chemically constructed explosions.
He did not close his eyes to see beauty,
For he had already seen the most beautiful thing possible.
And so he just lied there,
Awake,
With her in his arms;
The most beautiful thing, in his arms.