Sonnet of Beauty

When beauty looms in front of me, never
May I find a right way to capture it;
No, a photograph is glossy and weak,
And a painting by me would never well sit.
The touch of human to human cannot-
It communicates feeling, but not sight.
Oh beauty, verse captures its expression;
Yet somehow, not the length or depth or height.
A pale rose rising out of its green sheath,
Pink sunset, soft and light and beautiful...
A beauty overload! How may I share it?
A child's laugh-silvery, musical.
In the end, I must announce: All the world
Must stop and stare, all the world must notice.