Nature's Revelations: God Speaks Through Beauty
Poetry by Gill Schwartz

NIGHT'S EYE

The Eye of Night
opens wide
to the fires of its sight,
and draws me deep inside.

In those flames, I find my love,
her warm flesh and image.
Her hands hold the moon-dove
and dreaming stones of jade.

Then, in a flash, my love is gone.
Leaden clouds seal the sky.
Only pain remains of Vision
and Night's now blind and staring Eye.

 

 

 

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