beauty

death is beautiful
all through life we're dying
and yet
look at how

we progress
we bloom
we grow

into something beautiful

The Carousel

Metaphor of life?
Growing up...
Going full circle.
Revolving continuously.
The good times, the blind.
A breathless game.

The Panther

Locked up, pacing and circling
Like a waltz of power but there is so much more
Only sometimes it shows through -- through the silence
The heart can be heard.