i of the beholder

I have seen such beauty, pain, and pleasure
yet contemplate why I am not whole.

Forever searching as leaves blown upon the breeze
only to find my reflection an abomination.

Wondering why I am where I am
and were I am I was.

Beheld by none except my vision
Of dreams that shadows play.

yes a photo...from the NYC Village halloween Parade
More to follow on my Flickr