The joy that overwhelms my heart,
When I behold your eyes,
Owes all to nature, nought to art,
For deep they are, and wise.
When first they opened to my sight
I fell into your gaze;
Like two still pools of mirrored night,
The stars obscured by haze.

Like sodalite, and lapis stones,
So precious, and so rare,
I loved you to your very bones,
You gazed at me, aware.
Awake you came into the world,
That was so big, and new,
Your eyes like fresh blooms just unfurled,
Your face bore blossoms, blue.

As cornflowers opened, 'neath your brow,
You caught my eyes and soul;
Eyes closed, I still can see you now,
That moment made me whole
With love for you, and for the man
Who brought your love to me;
Through the magic math of loving,
Where one and one make three.

I was myself, and something more,
All Woman, Love, and Birth;
You were yourself, beyond yourself,
A world of joy and mirth,
A rich embarrassment of wealth,
Your eyes were gemstones rare,
But unlike anything one owns,
They were your gift to share.

The joy that overwhelms my heart,
When I behold your eyes,
Owes all to nature, nought to art,
For deep they are, and wise.

­ October 1999