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A Little Beautiful

We have a wild, sweet life.

We consume it ‘til we’re dead -

maybe laugh through silence,

maybe sleep in our bed.

 

We are born shining,

from a womb crimson red.

But who needs answers

to live today anyway?

(Our blood’s still hiding so

we live today away.)

 

Let’s be kind. Let’s be real.

We unlock and we close.

We are heart valves half-open

inside ourselves.

 

We’re a storm. We’re a spark.

We’re a living flame. 

We're a real quick ache

remembering its name.

 

And who can count

the universal stars?

Who needs the lights to align?

We’re a flicker in the dark

but the stars are divine

eternally, eternally -

eternally divine, eternally,

eternally, eternally.

 

A breath is wild.

A breath is sweet.

A breath is ours to complete until

it finishes like a book -

with maybe a little beauty?

Oh! With heaps and heaps of beauty,

with heaps, heaps of beauty.

 

Hearts give a vow

to hold us till closure,

to walk with us while

they hold a door open.

Waiting, waiting, they’re listening,

beating while we live. Singing -

 

Life is wild. Life is sweet and

she ends like a book.

But for now, it is ours to keep.

For now, she’s ours to keep.

 

And she is just a little beautiful -

just so so beautiful.

She’s beautiful, so beautiful - 

beautiful, beautiful, beautiful

‘cause the stars are eternally divine.

Oh! the stars are eternally divine.

 

So don’t make it heavier

then it must be.

Breath isn't forever, but

she still sets you free.

                                         K8 Newman