lovely day
Sometimes when all the world seems gray and dun
And nothing beautiful, a voice will cry,
“Look out, look out! Angels are drawing nigh!”
Then my slow burdens leave me, one by one,
And swiftly does my heart arise and run
Even like a child, while loveliness goes by—
And common folk seem children of the sky,
And common things seem shapèd of the sun.
Oh, pitiful! that I who love them, must
So soon perceive their shining garments fade!
And slowly, slowly, from my eyes of trust
Their flaming banners sink into a shade!
While this earth’s sunshine seems the golden dust
Slow settling from that radiant cavalcade.
🌕
While Loveliness Goes by Anna Hempstead Branch
there is wonder
in the shape of things
much more than simple function in the form
magnificence in patterns
grace in the traced template
outlining perfection
or a the very least,
mind-boggling excellence
there is magic in design
simply exquisite how I love these things so much
my mind conjures up some of my time-lapsed favorites:
- cotton candy clouds reorganizing in mid air
🔹ferns unfolding into majestic fans for kingly trees
🔸leaves dancing to the grounded drum beats of rain
♦️random pieces of life naturally shaped into hearts
🔹a thick glass 6 oz coke bottle, icy cold, being pulled from the clanging machine
🔸cupcakes with perfect frosting being deconstructed one finger swipe at a time
♦️the outline of a baby cheek sleeping on the shoulder of the young man in front of you
🔹Rama Desi’s yellow house, complete with intricately drawn chalk sidewalk dragons
🔸the most perfect button I’ve ever seen on a belly
my list must be a million miles long…
ever growing, changing, being continued
as my life changes with each breath I take
the fingers of my imagination slowly, lovingly exploring
touching each one…
…lingering on you…
my mind takes me into other worlds
cinema of beautiful shapes
wealth of living awareness
well beyond limits
the riches of the mystic
always ready whenever we pause for a moment
the details are the delight
we share these visions with each other
(sometimes calling them poems)
these words of this and that
we scribe to describe
to be seen and discovered
our selves
our beautiful universes
our homes
our neighbors
our friends
our families
our lovers
each lingering like sweet honey on the tongue
then continuing on at their own perfect pace
❤
Amy Lloyd
life: acoustic & amplified 