She makes rainbows on walls
And the light illuminates her
With her voice she soothes
The roughest of edges
On a dilapidated heart.
And I moved beyond belief
By the sounds her hands make
On a harp or flute she smoothes
Like the finest silk satin
My worn out weary soul.
Her tresses so golden glow
Brighter than the summer Sun
I’m amazed how she calms me
Taking all of my fury
Breathing peace in my mind.
She crowns me in silver shine
Clears away all of the noise
The sadness I shower
Dries beneath her bright star
Giving way to serenity.
How mighty and lovely she is
Among all the angels she seems
All I have to offer in return
Is a transformed set of hands
Lifting gratitude and praise.
So shall I spend generously
The rainbows so luminous
She creates with her words
And the kindness she inspires
Will I wield from my heart.
Copyright © 2021 Charles Edward York
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