pretty vs beauty

Pretty was the thing that looked but rarely pondered
listed on the scenery while the beauty of a glorious mind had wandered
into places and spaces only demons and fairy's could stay
seeing clouds pass through hours till dusk diminished the day
where dreams are all around us becoming of our hearts
no brighter is the sun nor darker its shadows from these arts
where feelings and ambitions slay faulty superstitions
and angels dare love and then leave us with lucid visions.
It shown like the sun from within, its brilliance casting shadows off my soul
to divide these perceptions into merged recollections
and blend them together as whole.