Today, there is such a focus on youth and standardized beauty that the less discerning mind may find it difficult to see beauty elsewhere. I consider myself fortunate to have a mind that simply sees what is.
These poems revolve around one short relationship with a man who was many years my senior. It was a fated relationship and we both knew as much – but we resolved to simply not make it any more than it could be, and just enjoy the time we had.
As much as I felt for the character in question, binding him in any way would have been beyond my imagination. I treasured our time together, and I let him go afterwards – and though I missed him for a while, I always knew – right from the outset – that it would have to end the way it did, so there was no need for drama.
I might have simply left the matter in the past if not for the many poems I wrote about him. Poems that testify to the beauty that stems from maturity and inner peace rather than temporal qualities. The grace and beauty that comes from age in humans, and from decay in nature.