A beauty that mesmerises, a description of a trip
a stream cascading melodiously with a wonderful
beat, so beautiful, it hurts - why does true beauty
inflict a feeling of hurt - at least for me?
Maybe because of my irrational desire to become
part of it and I cannot, especially of visual beauty
which used to drive me insane with desire to fuse
with the scene - since it is impossible
To become part of the landscape or objects like
flowers and seashells… this poem drives me to
distraction with a hurtful desire to become
a melody - a piece of music myself
To be a leitmotiv, a theme, notes in sequence
and harmony - you will think me mad when I
try to explain how your melody is galloping
with such beautiful rhythm
Oh dear this is like the water for a runner, most precious beauty! Thank you !