Everything is Beautiful

A little yellow flower told me the story.
A sad sweet story
like the notes of an aria
Clear and golden
but Broken.
A gloriously haunting symphony
that stalks you long after the melody
dies.
Everyone wants to live this story
But no one wants to live its
Terror

No triumph without struggle
No victory
without possibility of defeat.
Every rose must have its thorns
Just as every life has its pain
A deep sweet pain
That usually stays hidden
unless you are brave enough
to live a good story.

The good stories are the ones
where the pain is most poignant
Before it
finally breaks
And we step through
To what is beyond.
Into the beauty that is revealed
when the crust of this world crumbles.
All the pain is a memory
Fear but a farce
What is death?
What is pain?
But the doorway to victory

Those who walk through
Boldly
Are the true victors
The true lovers
Love that pierces
Grabs your heart
In its vice
Love more ravenous than death
like a bitter sweet sickness
without remedy
Which finally
bursts into a beautiful flourish of light
Impaled with joy
Captivated by beauty
Indescribable joy

Come pierce through the pain
to a land just beyond
Into a place where everything is beautiful
Simply beautiful
So, don’t cry
Please don’t cry from
Here everything is beautiful