in a search for what is beautiful,
i am wandering down a path
lined by oaks, by songbirds, by sunshine.
with my hands i write a duet
of lovely words and loving warmth,
in a search for what is beautiful
i can smell the pansies
growing at the edge of the road:
i think of you, of what you've been through,
my wounded soldier, beat of my heart.
their little red bud heads nodding
up in the summer glow,
agreeing, you have been braver than brave.
in a search for what is beautiful
i hold the sheet music,
the tender pages seeking your voice
as my complement, a duet for the both of us
to sing in a summer forest
while watching birds circle lazy in the sky.
even my two feet beating out their rhythm
on this brown dirt path
make their way towards you musically,
thoughtfully, sweetly.
in a search for what is beautiful
there is the scenery, and increasingly, you.