YOU DISCOVERED IT

On his last day;
A man from God's choir spoke to me.
His words were like a song,
Played on Beethoven's keys.
His beard was as salt.
He reminded me that time for us all was as sand,
And our greatest thoughts at their best;
Belong to another man or woman,
And at their best they understand,
And the greatest thoughts whether they come by our design,
Or from another's will,
The blue vest of the ocean,
Or the red rose's firey hew,
But that beauty is in you.
LF

11 Editions will be listed Wednesday 07/19 ~ on Transient Labs

11 Editions will be listed Wednesday 07/19