That inkling I found
It is so profound
The light and the spark
Ignite it all to light up the dark

But it remains contained
From everything I refrained
The eye of the beholder
Of what is, was, and will be bolder

While beauty itself breaks through
Life is sustained in all that I do
But ceases when the belief is over
And lacking the courage over and over

When it is over it is finished
To a new beginning not diminished
The cycle of love never ends
Creating life as it sends