Beautiful

They say true beauty lies within. If I am beautiful inside it is a dark, sad sort of beauty. Like a pale moon on a dark winter night. Cold and empty, a jar of clay that holds only a memory of the teasures that once overflowed. A grey sky, a stormy sea, an endless void of the heavens. The bitter cold of dawn's first light. The holes between the stars on a clear, crisp night. That place that never forgets, even when people do. When dreams are nothing more than just that. No, thats not right. Oh jar of clay, son of breath and dust, there's something deeper inside where the emptiness can't reach. The origin of all things beautiful, radiant and bright. The Son who lives and breathes inside, the heart that beats within my heart. Now a smile doesn't hide the hurt that hides behind my eyes. Fear no longer has its hold, my heart no longer dead and cold. Behind the eyes, the tears that lied, in darkened dreams no longer hide.