He walks in Beauty

He walks in Beauty just like the night,
A vast Canvas overhead, those starry skies.
And I'd give up eternity to touch him
because i know maybe tomorrow he'll be gone.

With him it feels like the movies
because i bleed when our goodbyes arrive.
I found him with cold silent tears In my soul,
though now his treasures have dried them still.

The color from his eyes, i fall so heavenly.
So deep i barely can breathe.
If only i could live again the day we met,
In divine captivation i saw him
When the angels whispered in splendoured cries.

Laying awake with him there's nameless grace, as the days light sweetly softens his face.
Not being with him my feet almost fail to move.

He walks in beauty, with a cloudless heart.
Stilling the storms that might come my way.
And now I'm kissing him the mountains seem small, awakening me from my lullaby bed.
As he holds me so close i hear his tender taken breath.

His hand in mine, sealed like a gift from god, a perfect palm fitted in with a perfect other.
Him laughing is like love's melody played in tune.
Golden he smiles like the sands on earth's shores, like artwork to precious to sell.

He walks in beauty, like deserts of fine silk, as i stand a thousand trials to touch it.
Sitting alone with only him on my mind, my impaired emotions that were once scarred and dismantled are gently mended.

Like hanging vines he's all around me, sheltering all of my fears.
Trembling at his side as his whole being imitates paradise, his words like dreamy thoughts, i am scared.
Scared of his lips never colliding with mine again.

He walks in beauty.
No happiness thrown away, like birds over fields of May

He walks in Beauty...to me.