BEAUTY RISES ABOVE THE WEEDS

He leaves you, love so sweet,
To steer a course complete.
Hailstones hit hard the ground,
Causing puddles to be found.
Beauty rises above the weeds,
Remaining soft for all to see.
Fearing pain is nothing more,
Than the mind of the desolate poor.
Sparkling rhythms of mental health,
Help you see with greater wealth.
Reflections of fantasies re-enter his mind;
Clouding clarity for a time,
Obscuring measure for treasure.
Into the twilight he descends.
Candle lit low; come near him friend;
Reconcile your thoughts for an end.