Taste of Immortality

As a worshipper of beauty stands

Enraptured by all that he beholds

So with the mystic and the saint,

The visionary for whom the moulds

Of mind are broken by the light.

Here on earth is loveliness

That shall not wither as the rose

By human acts of carelessness,

For close now to the soul of man

A beauty indescribable

Chooses its hour of descent

Containing the impossible,

Radiant, perfect and divine,

And those who rise above to see

The golden hour of the dawn

Shall taste of immortality.