Normality

For all that is familiar is beauty,
what is unfamiliar is only beyond my eye.
That each minuet detail glistening in any given light,
Natural or man-made,
is a piece to a never-ending puzzle.
Normality.
What we see, everyday,
faces, hands, bodies.
Normality, it's not.
Beauty.
Beauty is the wide-eyed toddler,
imagination full of nonsense,
Bringing pure bliss to waiting in line.
Beauty is the naivety of everything wrong.
Beauty is raindrops and the greenery afterwards.
Smiles, laughter, birthday cake.
Beauty is humble talent,
Your words, your guitar, strung hand in hand.
Beauty is lack of normality,
Which everyone thinks they see.
Beauty is not knowing.
Beauty is what's left for tomorrow.
Beauty is your smile,
your dimples,
your eyes,
your hands.
Beauty is you, beauty is me,
beauty is everywhere.