Love and Beauty

Often in my mind’s eye,

I see something ethereal, gorgeously warm,

Rising from a dream sculpture

Then travelling through the cold air.

It comes to me;

But when it percolates through my mind,

It feels warmer and

I am then not what I am –

I am a bronze,

I am then not in the world –

I am in the celestial world where

Nothing exists except love and beauty,

I am then not living a life

But drinking immortality

In gloriously maudlin hours.

-Ramesh Tiwari