You start with a simple thing
The city lights floating by you
like a thousand silvery dew drops
on a crisp, dusty night
as you drive alone
the only ant on the one way street;
yes, that'll do.
Think of another thing;
The pitter-patter flutter of birds
swimming and stringing their fresh feathers
into the cold azure.
You can think of all the skeletal trees
welcoming you to their strange, beloved underworld,
or even marvel in the simple beauty
of a man's well-worn hands
stumbling over filmy words with the extension of a pen.
You can relish the taste of beauty
and ravish in the dusky continuum of breathless
that die in an instant.
And you realize
these moments, obscure as they are,
appear clearly to your naked vision.
No aid of an artist's blind eye
or the soulless diction of a lover
will make these things beautiful.
These moments are yours alone.