Inside

The eyes of the artist 
do not link to the brain,
they are connected directly to the heart.
They see each petal of flower
or edge of cloud in the sky 
as birth and death,
pain and joy,
infinitely unfolding beauty.

It is the same for your patch of white skin
shining between the sheets
in the bright moon light.

I am lost again! 
And must go outside 
to find home in the song 
of the stars.