Beauty In Sadness Poem by Al J. Cuesta

All I see, 

All I perceive around me in this world, 

Almost all of it, 
Is often nothing more than a well marketed commercial; 

Airing dead not live, in this our fabricated, weaved, threaded, reality.



Only sometimes,

Being in my nature to seek truth
Do 
I find serenity in a feeling most times avoided



I can see sparkling passion in soulful tears

I can see strong sincerity in lonely cries

I can find wholeness and relief in pain



Not for its condition

But for the notion that I at times have felt the same


As you did,

As they do, 

As someone special felt one day for you.



For...
There is something that tastes like mystery, in our sadness

There is something that tastes like mystery, in our tears

There is something that tastes like mystery…



Something that paints some colour into this grey world, my dear;

"Maybe that colour is true blue today,

But I am sure it could turn fiery red tomorrow."



What is true, is that when I see honest sorrow
,
I feel relief;
To know that something so beautiful,
So profound, still roams around.

For the beauty in seeing someone show their tears called sad,

Means they hold in you a trust enough to make them glad
;
So allow them to rest upon your gentle shoulder,

For as much time as their gentle heart desires.

Cry for them a woeful river with your tears

Bleed for them a forlorn ocean with your blood

In that sea, the sea of desperation, 

I sometimes find beauty, 

For I know at least that, is alive and real