Like Air

I step out of a closet filling rooms,

Expanding ,
Against walls,
Through windows.
Pushing outward
Not knowing.

Rising like helium
Lifting birds, joining
Winds caught fragrances,
Growing towards
Dark same as light

Continuing to fill life
Like air.

Beautiful

Can it be said,
That I am beautiful?
Or is that word eclipsed by
Images of rocks boldly standing,
Or the moon dancing on ripples
Of vast wild lakes.