The Bride of Christ
Cloudless days and
streaming suntrails light
your presence with a glow of radiance, yet
words can not explain the meeting as easily
as the meeting of water fallen from high
ledges to flattened stones, refreshing the
new moss grown after the half frozen lake
thaws. In full moon you bloom as the petals
of a rose, outstretched for its first light,
drying drops of dew left to nourish its life!
Features equal of great sculptures or
wonderous monuments and everything beautiful!
My dreams enhanced by your sight and my lobes
softly brushed by your pleasant voice as you
whisper of shyness!
by Gregory
Louis Stevenson