A Million Miles Come and Go

A million miles.

A million miles
I walk
to pour out all the beauty.

I watch the sun recede
as he paints the sky.

A million colors,
a million colors
as he passes by.

Beauty finds me.

Beauty finds me
in coming and going.

Beauty in the sky
comes with the sun’s goodbye.

Beauty in her eyes
as she arrives,

watching the part of me
before her
die.

Beauty

is in coming
and going.

The beauty
behind all lives.

And I walk
a million miles

to expose
what beauty hides.

This black unborn place
where all color
resides.

I walk
a million miles

to reveal beauty
in time.

I move
to and from

until beauty says

I’m done.