Something Beautiful Like flowers pink and white; Like a garden with a path that leads somewhere you want to go; Like the fresh smell of hair that has just been washed; Like a single long-stemmed rose in a slender milk-white vase; Like the fluffy fur of a kitten stretched out on the floor; Like sunlight penetrating the clouds and casting spots of glinting light over the ocean; Like your lips close to mine, exciting my heart; Like an open bottle of wine on a table; Like coffee black and shiny in cups with saucers; Like the taste of strawberry jam on buttered toast still warm; Like the touch of your hand on my cheek; Like a faint smile that says I'm all you desire; Like a clean bed with a crack of morning sunshine coming through the windows like the first light ever; Like soft music being played in another room; Like being stretched out, all the muscles of the body relaxed, toes pointing; Like time stopped, having run out, and now compressed into a single meaningful essence in which all things happen at once; Like being and consciousness stretched out across the universe; Like one big breath of life that contains everything; Like camels in the desert,  mountain streams, a blade of grass, a snowflake, clear stars dazzling the night, the universe vibrating like the taut strings of a violin; Something beautiful!
	—Louis Martin