Such is life
In the thought of obtaining something , yet the rose wilts ,and the sunflower bends over as in to say that it is setting. Yet we remember the cool water in the hot summer day or that rose when it bloomed so beautifully . I am convinced that beauty is only seen and never obtained.So tell me reader would it be yours in the end ?
Or is the beauty in life also the mystery of life?
Thus I say that beauty is a mystery and beheld in our own eyes.
and your eyes it will cease to see yet does this mean that beauty does not exist?
No for the brook when it passes over near me the sound is so sweet?
So if we hear not nor see does this mean that beauty is gone?
No for the feel of a gentle hand against my smooth skin or the kiss of lips of lovers will bring beauty upon me. So if we do not feel nor see nor hear does that mean that beauty is no more? It is not so for my mind remembers of the day of when I was young and I was with the most beautiful woman and I seen the beautiful moon on the beach at night and my feet touching the sand and my mind would remind me of beauty.

So what if I felt nothing heard nothing smelled nothing seen nothing thought nothing is beauty dead?
No beauty never dies for it will live embodied with me in my coma till I die so that I can wake and like the butterfly when it leaves its cocoon I too will spread my arms like wings and in the sky I will soar .