When she spoke
The sound of her voice
Was like the trumpet of divine will
On creation day: soft like magic
Rhythmic like a prayer
Solemn like an incantation
Performative like a judicial sentence
And when she laughed
Her laughter was hypnotic and new
Like the world’s first laugh ever
Her beauty was surreptitious like a dream
It crept in like a mist at the break of day
So I sat  and listened to the melody of her voice
and it felt like I was swathed in the aura of her eyes

Endless blue everywhere
below and above
a consuming blueness
Perhaps a preview of eternity

Lean old man
Setting sun
And rising moon
A silhouette in the dusk
Ebony cane
And rimless glasses
Accentuate the stoop
These are the lean times
These are the cane years
When fantasy crashes back in
And everything is a tale or a reflection

I took a walk up the incline
And there it was
The starry fable
That  shines from life’s depths

I pinch myself
till I'm sore
to make sure I'm awake
and that it's no mistake
This thing that's happened
This thing that's re-awakened
my quest for unwavering persistence
I'm a great believer in permanence
These things are possible
I smiled a smile that bridged a gulf of silence
a smile that surpassed a diplomatic coup
and made the world a warmer place
where we don't do things just for face
i smiled a smile that brought the sun out of years of cloud
My neighbour broke into an answering smile
just as I was beginning to think the ice would never thaw
These small mercies from life's bounty
can be such a boon when days are dark
So, out with that smile, friend,
Let it's honey trickle out of your mouth
into the cleft of your chin
till the soft raisins peep out
of life's basin of wonders