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