You Are Beautiful

  
Hush little one, don’t you cry
Forever is so far away
Don’t worry about it coming
Tomorrow is a new day

Afraid to leave the room that holds the secrets of my heart
Afraid I stay inside, when the world turns about
Spinning on its axis, rotating with a life force flow
These words wish to be heard through screens aglow
When darkness comes with a sound of silence
Where echoes are snuffed by its deathly radiance

At night, the dark, shines bright
A twilight zone, the door fades away, to light
A calling of my name, to music played
Drawing me to rise, floating into the outside
Struck by the sun it burns my alabaster skin
As it warms, it coats a body frail and thin

Sounds appear, filling my ear
Never before heard, a world as dear
Smiles exist, from faces looking up
Cheerful on the day, I stopped giving up
Venture on exploring
What once, was ignoring

Words appear, from my mouth
They travel from north to south
From eyes, a dark chocolate brown
To the soles of, Chuck Taylor All Stars
You Are Beautiful, was all I said
A roar, vibrated in my head

You Are Beautiful, I said again
And again, it came out plain
once more, You, Are, Beautiful
In a way, that is most unusual
Eyes reflecting back, they stare
Into the eyes of the same, from a mirrors glare

Ax

To Capture The Perfect Image

dusting her lens
trigger finger happy
the sky looks promising
as clouds roll by
with a blue behind as true
to capture
the perfect image

here and there, she’s drawn
by passions call
her eye, the center of her camera
tripod stands in wait
as she scans the horizon
to capture
the perfect image

the sunrise awakens her soul
the air fresh filling her lungs
it fuels her desires
long day of hope
as dusk approaches
to capture
the perfect image

the moon and the stars
they fill her bright
in the dark of night
but its the fall of the sun
that excites her hearts rise
to capture
the perfect image

the one, the time of day
she waits with fettered breaths
the end, she seeks
a change from blues to tangerine
mixed with pinks and oranges
to capture
the perfect image

the sun, as it sets in the west
stares at her, as she does at it
hoping, tonight is the night
where perfect
meets a still
to capture
the perfect image

she sighs from her eyes
as heaven bleeds down
brushing the sky with love
kisses after kisses
in the form of clicks and shutters
to capture
the perfect image

Ax

I usually choose a pic to accompany my poem but decided not to in this case.
This poem is dedicated to all the photographers who share their passion and who inspire so many words to capture the perfect image.