Such beauty is hidden it is not meant for the human eye for seeing.
It is a treasure to pirates that they will never find.
Such beauty that unravels the truth in man, it passes with the wind.
Not so strong but fragile in eternity. Your cells will feel it
passing through like medicine for curing heart infections.
It is so dear that every soul yearns for it, some minds think it’s
gained after war, some minds think it’s gained after success or equality
has been discovered in all trades of inefficiency, but where it is thought
to be gained comes with ones perception of it. And maybe,
just maybe you’ll touch it. Touch it with your heart when love has whelmed it,
or soul after your days in time. The ones who found it never rambled for it
yet they sailed in waters covered in mists and in hope it found them.
Its divine self warmed them, it wiped their scars and kissed their unreached
destinies to sleep.