In her eyes,
A song in flight,
As bright as any, lonely starlit night,
And she is right that love alone,
As ever knows,
It’s faithful glow,
And it's all so far beyond the songs,
Of long ago,
That ebb and flow,
Only a mortal’s measure,

Flying high,
Beyond the clouds,
Opening veils and, disregarding shrouds,
Imagine something born, so very still
So deep glowing inside lyrics,
Yet not in pride,
And seldom loud,
Born late and hiding, there among the madding crowd,
Wherever love is still allowed,
And life avowed,
In fertile fields, that no-one’s ever ploughed,
Where silver linings ever foil the spoiling proud,
It is an all-time treasure,

No surprise,
The fading light,
Fears nothing darker that the fall of night,
And having hope in all she’s ever won,
Or has begun,
That has become,
A shadow’s sentimentalising flight,
And when it’s done,
It’s only one,
Among her true adventures,

Copyright © 2014, Paul Trueman.