A Poem about Beauty.

Well, it was four o'clock in the morning and I had just been woken off by my  remote-controlled radio blaring Classic FM at something like 102 decibels (whatever that is). It does that, the radio. It is slightly faulty and has an evil, evil sense of humour. It had nothing to do whatsoever with me accidentally rolling over on top of the remote control. No, it just wanted to get back at me for not having listened to it for the whole day. That's how its poor mechanical mind works. She ignored me. I wake her up at 4:05 in the Morning. Revenge, revenge...
I told you it was evil. Anyway So, I was awake at four o'clock in the morning. But, though you may have thought so, I was Not Becky. It was too early in the morning for being Becky. Instead, I was Bex, in this dreamy kind of silvery haze. My head was swimming in glorious pink and gold clouds. Birdsong played. I started to muse. On the subject of beauty. Then I thought, hey, what is beauty? Is it something you can see? Is it invisible? Is it a feeling, or is it solid? What is it?
(Yes, guys, just as you thought, I Can get totally off my rocker. And its very easy to do that, especially at four o'clock in the morning.) Anyway, then I thought of this poem.

Beauty is something

You cannot see

Unless it shines.

Perhaps there's a

Superficial type

But I think the Real Beauty

Is Underneath.

The Beauty that only God

Can see

And that we sometimes

If we look -

Can catch a

Glimpse of.

What do you think? Okay for four in the morning, huh?
Anyway, then the Becca mode wore off and I went back to sleep.
Which I feel like doing now.
Nighty Night
Becca
xx
(Hey, I signed it Becca! That is why I have been waxing so eloquent!! So if you thought this post was nuts, you know why!!)