The Eye of the Beauty

They Say… love and beauty are in the eye of the beholder. I had several different takes on such a thing today. People on the streets of my new home here in Westchester New York. The beauty of the sun beaming from the sky. The beauty within a woman or man’s eye when you attest to actually intertwining your senses with your physical being. There’s beauty all around us; not just the material. But, when does beauty become overbearing? How does beauty intrude on the ugly?
Yesterday I had the greatest time listening to music I had never thought of or even heard. I listened to the rain as it hit the window, I wrote poetry in an effort to defeat a soul that had been lost beyond the shadows. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder… But who beholds such truth?
Today I looked deep within the confines of a short film by Mr. Karl Lagerfeld. Remember Now. There before me were the beauty of laughter, skin so fresh, hair so perfect and French speaking models and muses. That is the definition of beauty to most who would love to live the life of the rich and famous . Well, I myself would rather experience the beauty before me and continue to stride towards being almost famous. I don’t want the lights, the cameras and the scene of it all. I could go without… what about you?