Beauty

This river flows on gently,
as the beauty flows from you.
Peering deeply inward
is gazing deep at truth.

Although I've lost your love,
your loves not lost on me.
as deep as any ocean,
I drown in your beauty.

The world seems so vast,
each person seems so small.
Does nothing ever last?
Was there anything at all?

The wise man once asked gently,
"So you want to kill yourself?
This world may seem lonely,
but do you think there's something else?"

-Alexander Countey