Crumbling Monument to your Beauty

Your skin, like shadow-kissed sands of the Arabian Sea

Face carved of dark, polished stone

Sunlight creates glistening patterns

Like a carpet of diamonds spilled onto moist soil-

If only I hadn't lost my vision,

Those patterns might have been read

Your eyes, like beacons keeping ships in calm water

Shining with beads of determination

Like drops of mercury in semi-fluid motion

Exploding into graceful dance with each smile-

If only I had an ear for rhythm,

I might have applauded those pirouettes

Your laughter, eloquent enough to transcend language

Universally intelligible celebration of trivial joys

Your voice, like a practiced bow over violin strings

Echoing the emotion of your muse-

If only mine hadn't left me,

I might have understood the words

Your posture, like a free stallion in new country

The embodiment of nature's pride in her creation

The wind sculpts muscle out of soft marble

It shapes the speed, the strength, and the grandeur-

If only I were a poet,

I might have adequately immortalized your beauty