And There Are Flowers

And there are flowers, modest, shy, withdrawn

For whom the sun as lover is too strong;

They bloom at night and offer to the dawn

Their fragrant gifts and silence is their song.

We have watched the ballet of the stamens dance

In the moon-white chalice of blooming Cereus

When night was full and earth held in its trance

And felt a subtle peace wash over us.

Now love has come and granted me the Sight

Reflected in the mirror of my heart,

Of things that are themselves possessed of light

And every soul is of this beauty part.

For at the last joy shall again prevail,

Eternity lives in us, we cannot fail.