I weep at beauty.
I weep at the beauty of nature, at the wholeness of Mother Nature, at the pureness of her expansive body.
I weep at her sharp peaks and pools of glimmering, salty liquids.
I weep at the sparkles in her eyes, deep dense pools of velvet, so blue and so black.
I weep at the beauty of love, at the expanse and depth, at the enthralling nature by which it grips us all.
I weep at its instinct to drown us. I weep at its habit of cutting us up at our seams of past hurts and hidden cracks.
I weep at the beauty of death, at the completeness of its arrival, at the impossibility of its existence.
I weep at its companions: Shadows and Vacuum. I weep at their paradoxical existence. I weep at the perfection of their incomprehensibility.
I weep at its inevitability, I weep at my body’s slow dance towards its embrace.
I weep for beauty.