There are so many things I want to say to you, and nothing I have to say. My mind races with thoughts and words and ideas in a disorganized jumble of feelings. All of you. You are everything that is beauty. Time stops for just a moment, a brief pause in the crappy dark tormented world that is life every time you walk by. And in that moment sunshine seems to break the clouds and fog. Where once there was dry cracked ground now stands gardens of flowers that yearn to someday be as magnificent as you. Where once there were empty craters with bones and dust now lie pools of water shimmering in the sun. Sun that reflects off the water and hit your face making it shine brighter than a million stars in the night sky. Beauty truly is you. But this is only a moment. And I stand there speechless as you walk by trying to find the ability to move my lips, to make words, to tell you how I feel. But I cannot. So just as the moment comes the moment goes. The sun burns out in the sky as clouds form dark grey, The  ground dries and cracks as the flowers shrivel and die. The water evaporates into nothingness . All the world seems to die as I watch you fade into the horizon. And I stand and wait with all my thoughts, and try to find the words to say, when beauty walks by again.