Beauty

Beauty. An objective quality.
Beauty. A form complete and sound.
Beauty. The reality is clear.

Beauty. A subjective quality.
Beauty. A vision surpassing expectations.
Beauty. The feeling is clear.

William Wayne Smith

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Twilight

The sinking sun was the last event of the day.
The morning would begin with happy children.
Their bright faces fill the city.
They know their purpose and their destiny.

The rising sun seemed like the one before.
A reddish hue and a glorious sky of birds.
Each event stands alone as it repeats.
They are marking the new day.

The children remember days of long ago.
They have inherited a world full of light.
Hope has defeated the darkness.

They don’t expect an end to come soon.
These times are a permanent beginning.

William Wayne Smith


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A Florida Morning

The morning sun rose over the Florida ocean.
I watched hungry birds fly out for a feast.
The hopeful scene doesn’t match my inner mood.

I wonder where the difficulties of life come from.
I don’t know where their clouds are made.
I wake up slowly today because I am tired.

I wait to see the birds return with full bellies.
Behind me are rolling hills of orange groves.
I heard that their season has passed its peak.

Before the morning is over, I will see ships drift past.
The streetlights switch off as the day begins.
I walk down to the beach as the tide ebbs away.
I am finally in synch with life again.

William Wayne Smith


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Original image: Big Pine Key Sunrise. By Thomas [Image license]

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Obscured By Clouds

I watched the clouds obscure the sun.
Its brightness faded for a moment.
Nocturnal sorrows begin with sunset.
Joy returns with the breaking sunrise.

I walk along the sunny path.
The squirrels are running away now.
The birds are silent today,
but the sky is alive with color.

When the clouds part in the afternoon
daylight flows around me tenderly.
I have so many moments to remember.
Today, night will be waiting for the moon.

William Wayne Smith


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Original image: A Place to Remember. By Stephen Murphy [Image license]

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