A Gift Which Lacks Possession

If I could manufacture beauty for you, I would

Carve with my hands, a treasure for you

But I can not make beauty

I only ask that you see it

Can only point and say ‘here’

And sometimes here is a place on your own body

And sometimes it is the space between us when you say that you love me

And sometimes it is deep in the Earth where I long to be enveloped

To feel the weight of my maker

Cold and rich and indifferent

I would give them to you

I would open the door I create with longing

Open this inpenetrable mind and show you how I see

But the door can not exist and these things I can only arrange and turn in the light

Beauty is not made, but found

And I will find it in the air for you

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