And this, for my beloved….
Dawn’s promising skies
Petals from a pool drifting
Imagine these in one pair of eyes
And this was my beloved
Strange spice from the south
Honey through the comb sifting
Imagine these on one eager mouth
And this was my beloved
And when she spoke and when she talked to me
Music! Mystery!
And when she moved And when she walked with me
Paradise came suddenly near
All that could stir All that could stun
All ’twas for my heart’s lifting, now aching…
Imagine these in one perfect one
And this was my beloved
Now this is my beloved
(adapted from the musical “Kismet” by Robert Wright and George Forrest)
…singing in my soul, by my spirit, through my very being throughout the night and into this morning….
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