THE MAGIC OF LOVE
I felt a oneness with the earth,
With the water and the cloud,
But most of all with all the trees
Who now were not a faceless crowd.
Before I plunged into their shade,
A hyacinth in sunshine bright
Laughed at me in morning wind
The purple petals my delight.
One alone it sang to me,
An ancient hymn of scented beauty,
And I, enthralled, knelt down to her,
As homage seemed a sacred duty.
We swayed together fresh as air,
Silent in a loving dance,
I could only hope that she
Wouldn't break the holy trance.
I sought how I could hold the charm,
For never could I pluck this flower,
What is there that dare would harm
This petaled shrine of healing power.
She nodded in a little bow
To where her shadow fell with grace,
And there I saw a leaf outspread
With holes that marred a graying face.
The leaf did hide in beauty's shade,
To savor well the hallowed ground,
He gave himself to what seemed best
Before he starts another round.
I saw the answer to my prayer
And took the leaf into my hand,
Kissed it fondly for his gift
Of bringing light to shadow land.
From a coupled harmony,
Grew a larger symphony,
Deep within an empathy
Saw my comrade change to me.
In a sunset or in ocean
I had sensed a living song,
But most of all inside I heard
Beauty chanting all along.
Smiles of God that foster dreams,
His genius forms a holy ploy
To keep us young in mind and heart
Beauty shapes each girl and boy.
----Tom Stanks, Superseed, 1998