i
Like all things
Brave and beautiful
Your life is art.
ii
In another world
We would speak to you with poems
And you would sing and dance
In a garden of poems
And the poems would blossom
as flowers
And the flowers would create
fugues of color
And the colors, stained-glass
symphonies of sound.
iii
In your imagined world,
We would find you, barefoot
on the rocky edge of the sea
Creating harmonies out of driftwood songs
And melodies for the sun.
Or perhaps, you belong
In a Yorkshire meadow,
Grasping the greenness
Between your toes,
Or in the stony silence of
dark cathedrals
Where the crystal-light
inscribes its meaning
Within the heart.
iv
Like all things
Brave and beautiful,
You exist where there is
Loveliness.
In your feeling world
You are as soft and sensuous
As your sweetest thoughts.
In your seeing world
You adorn your life
With images of dreams.
In your doing world
You ascend the stage
With your own clear voice and
The velvet cloak
Of the applauding gods.
And in your loving world
You will find again the passion
Which you missed for a time,
But was never really lost.
v
So this is your poem--
You may use it as a stick
To climb the hill to your home
As a mirror to glimpse
the nymph in your smile
Or you may simply accept it
As my gift for your good heart––
A glowing ribbon in the fabric
of your life.