BlueLight

To a Beautiful person

Words seem extinguishing

Yet the word set wondering

Inking this papyrus, is it worth serving?

For every beat danced to a carving

That read “Tis worth caring”.

 

The gusty gale passed the trail

Heaving the perfume . . .

Into thee, went hovering

Enticed thee breathing!

 

Nothing more wonderful much created,

Yet, here are thee

Emanating part of life!

Only mystery can empower thee,

For He, alone fashions such beauty!

 

Time may pass and never return,

The litanies are yet sung

To bind the memories in a spell.