'Beauty found her way' timothy r gates, 1/27/2013

with my Martin
i've played some tunes,
coffee houses
found in different decades,
singing once new original songs.
with pen and tablet
i've written line after line,
now I do the same
on my computer,
in my heart's eye
the yellow legal pad
still sits before my pen.
with brushes and pigments
i've learned to behold
what's never been absent,
llike the sculptor
brushing away
what's in the way of
a David or Diana.
with each breath
Beauty finds her way
to the mountain
looking over the expanse,
only to smile.