From afar world...

 Who defines beauty standards? Isnt it like the skies?
At times brighter and colorful
At times dark and menacing yet magnificent
I say, listen to the poem, look for it.
No meter, no rhyme. Its raw and goes like this...

If darkness is what you heart wears, let me embellish it up with my tiny stars
Who decided the angels dress in bright linen with shining gold armors
Break the stereotypes, put a Moon to beautify your gown
When the gravity pulls your heart down, go down like a falling star
But remember the child on the hills, looking at the beauty you're
Look at his awe, the dropped jaw of his heart , teh weird wished hiding behind the closed eyes
Let the heart feel the warmth,
embracing the fire as you gracefully move among the enormous beings
I look at you from afar, from another dimension
From a world that I built on my poems
Waiting for that moment you blossom into a Painted Lady
But what keeps me curious is which one will you choose to become?
I ll send my winds to help you fly
Knowing how strong you're, i very well know you would need no winds
Wouldn't my poem sound beautiful if it indeed spoke about how this humble poet was part of a beautiful transformation
Grow bigger ad stronger enough to see the actual beauty of my stars
Come closer to see how beautiful and magnificent they are
Fall in Love with them to know the secrets
They call it a wasteland, but the Nebula I see is far from their comprehension
Let your gown filled with my stars surround it, like a perimeter
We'll own it, make it our home
My scarecrow poem will keep them the jealous eyes from consuming our grain
The grain we reap out of wild Love
Let it be a grave, the place where we bury our darkness
Let it be a womb, the place we're re-born as free souls.