Beyond the Veil of Form

Now in the twilight of these waning years

I seem a youth and all the energy

That once was mine returns to me again

In moments by the beauty of the sea.

An exhibition of my photographs

Spanning the seasons of my windfall years

Dear old friends and new traverse the halls,

Some with joy and others lost in tears

Seeing as I have seen the flowers lift

Their fragrant heads touched with morning dew,

The steadiness of trees, the reaching vines

The lake in morning green, by evening blue,

The sun that woke us with its glowing kiss

The singers in the boughs who fill the heart.

All Nature is a sacrament of bliss

To those who see beyond the veil of form.