Let me tell you of her,
Forsake small understanding;
She is the sun after the rain is gone,
the smile after tears have fallen,
food for my soul.
Do you see that now?
It’s bright, this world of hers,
so far removed from my own.
I sneak a glimpse through radiant diamond doors
as her shadow flits between and beyond.
She knows no desire,
she owns every grace.
Bereft, I watch her leave,
cry out as she moves on;
where she goes I may not follow,
she has that yet to learn.
Yet what need of learning
when washed by the tides of love?
What need of love
when washed up on the shores of understanding?