The way of beauty

Her way is beauty
    and we are amazed by her way
Those of us who drink of her love
    as of a fountain overflowing with perpetual joy
Her grace is encompassing
   her movement mesmerizing
Her smile is music
    diminished were one note changed
    lovely as the sun
    warm as a breeze
Her eyes are limpid pools
    full of laughter
    deep as her soul
    and when in her gaze
She shows us what love is

Last night's dream

I was at a basement rock show.  We were sitting on the floor near the front.  The band had four guys and the veeeery beautiful Scarlett Johansen (so far so good).  The guys all had tans and climbing bodies and were wearing tighty-whiteys but they played pretty good.  The drummer walked passed Scarlett and he had dirty underpants that were sagging and I was like "how can she like him?" There wasn't much room where I was sitting so I wiggled under one of the unused pianos and watched Scarlett who was playing across the "stage" which was really just the floor of the basement.  The song was over so they were moving around and I realized they needed to use the piano I was under.  I didn't have time to move, so when they started I was causing problems.  The song started sounding off and they were hitting bad notes.  One of the band members sat down across from me, against the wall.  I knew his name.  He told me how disgusting I was and what was my problem.  He had missing teeth and I didn't know what she saw in him.  He kept putting his rectangular pink tongue between his missing teeth and glaring at me with unmasked loathing at my ugliness.  After he left, I wiggled back to my spot in the front row, on the floor, and looked out towards the back where he had walked and said to Jess "I can't wait to kick the shit out of that dude", but I realized that was probably just false bravado.