perception

You think I am ugly.

Little it is, 

you know of beauty.

I hardly deign

to cast my eyes upon you

until you come upon me, then...

These wings widen,

kiss the currents,  

and feel the love in return. 

Azure, that's blue, for you 

who gaze upon it with longing,

caresses my body daily...

I soar and touch 

the infinite. What is it

that you touch?

What do you feel?

What see?

My ugliness, you say?

Red as blood,

brown as earth,

some light for wholeness, I am 

beyond what I am. 

I am symbol of death and 

eat death for life.

Pass it through my guts

as I unfold and 

worship the sun.

Tiny droplets of water 

that never fell

drying in its rays.