Pageant of Poems

i look through the window and see in the skies
the beautiful blueness of your beautiful eyes

i look at the bark of a tree and the brown i see there
is the beautiful browness of your beautiful hair

i look at the ocean as the wave rips
and i see beautiful roundness to your beautiful hips

i listen to the radio and with every station choice
i hear the beautiful sharpness of your beautiful voice

i listen to the breeze and the storm in the sky
i hear the cowardice shake in my cowerdice sigh

because though you look beautiful nd sound beautiful too
i could never be brave enough to ask that question to you

Steven Brewer