Precious Essence

My Beloved,

            what shall I compare you to?

A mountain stream, running through snows of ivory?

A water lily, waving in a pond of tinted green?

A wild doe, dancing in a meadow of spring?

A proud mare, racing through African deserts of gold?

Faint comparisons,

            shadows of reality,

wordless beauty!

Tibetan snows tell of your purity.

Ocean depths reveal your richness.

Falling rains speak of your freshness.

Bubbling fountains declare your joy.

O my loved one!

How can I continue to recite

            these metaphors of thought…

When I behold you,

            my world explodes like shattered stained glass.

In your presence the night shadows race away.

The morning dawns like textured crystal in candlelight.

When I behold you,

             you become the precious essence of love to my eyes.

May it always be so, my beloved,

            always so…

(from my poetry collection circa the 1970s when youth and love wre both mysteries)

G. D. Williams       © 2011

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