Poem: Beauty

(This is a poem I wrote, it's about beauty, but written in first-person.)

Nature's truest form
Manifestation of grace
Delight of the aesthete's heart
Undying, always—

Hidden in the heavens
Streaked red by sunset
At the golden horizon
Where Sky and Sea had met—

In dusk's star-speckled orb
The pale moonlight—
Ecstatic, lost in its joyful dance
In its Tryst with the Tide;

In the subtle vibrance,
The iridescence of dew—
The spectrum, splattered 'cross the sky
In every wondrous hue—

In the velvet petals
Of a rose, delicate;
Hidden in its crimson whirls
Gentle, yet intricate;

In wind's whispers
As with your tresses it plays—
In the warm tints of sunlight
That light up your sun-kissed face—

In the life-giving scent of earth
In rain's eloquent song—
In the gusts that blow as Heaven pours
In the trees that sway along—

In the notes of a symphony
Whence emotion does arise;
Poetry that tugs at the heartstrings
Nostalgia, that inspires—

In the coolness of a loving caress
As in the shade of the boughs wide;
In the warmth of the crackling embers
As from the beloved's smile—

In words like music,
In the eyes that Good can see;
That glow with the light that shines through
A heart where Love can be—

The muse of every artist
Creative inspiration—
The only Joy eternal,
Reality in Perfection—

The Creator's pride,
His plaything, His game—
All that's blithesome, pure inside—
Beauty is my name.