The Miracle of You

Tell me beloved whence thy beauty springs

It is not born from earthly dust I fear

For in your voice celestial music brings

Diviner sounds than those on earth we hear.

Your wind-blown tresses billow in the breeze

As gentle waves are lifted by the wind

And in your cheeks a rose eternally

Blossoms and your eyes with shadow limned

Engulf my heart and almost now it seems

The beneficiary of second sight

Am I, or from another world of dreams

I glimpse thee golden in a golden light.

O sweetest soul you filled my world with bliss

And in your silence I in silence grew.

You left me with a last eternal kiss

To venerate the miracle of you.

For Mary Helen