What Do I Do With It? Poem by fadinginto oblivion

It was descending before my eyes
The light shimmered with the waves
The ephemeral beauty of sunset
But what do I do with it?
All I can do is gasp and exclaim
-‘It is so beautiful! ’
The ‘so’ is the limit, my limit
The human limit.

It makes me wonder
Is beauty really beautiful?
Then why does my heart ache?
Then why does it hurt my eyes?
The answer-it’s painful and unsettling.
A feeling of pain, helplessness, desire creeps in.
A desire to possess, fathom
-that profound beauty
My hands are quivering, outstretched
Towards something it cannot grasp
The magnificent, incomprehensible beauty
What do I do with it?

My mind is perturbed by the need
The want of human nature-
To do something with everything
To hold, to grasp, to preserve
Yes.The demystification of that beauty
Will make me calm
Will abate the pain
The time is running out.
So it’s beautiful.
But what do I do with it?