beauty is in the eye of the beholder
a simple truth lies in the words
i understand them more completely
as i gaze upon your form

i stand quietly in the doorway
a watcher only, silent, barely breathing
taking in the scene before me
like a movie playing before my eyes

you sit at your make up table
the only light comes from your lamp
and the flickering candles that abound
in this, your sanctuary from the world

i anticipate what will happen next
as i am overwhelmed by awe
a magical transformation for me,
the lone member of the audience

carefully you cover your face
with a powder that beautifully conceals
the foundation upon which you build
this illusion that has become an art

you adorn your eyelids skillfully
with colors that shimmer and shine
and on your cheeks you brush
a rose colored hue that slightly glitters

as you look in the mirror you see me
and you smile and wink an eye
the lipstick dances across your mouth
and i can't help but smile back

finished with your work you stand
and turn around for me to see
the fruit of your all your labor
the transformation now complete

my eyes take in the magic moment
but my mind can hardly conceive
the image of the man you were before
replaced with the woman you are now

passionately i embrace you
and place a kiss upon your lips
beauty is in the eye of the beholder
this truth i understand completely

copyright 2008
scott hicks