The immortal angel of silken life
caresses me with her rapture at
moments of height, at grand times
of ecstasy, strewn uneven through
the dismal, ordinary and the sad.
She touches me with music luscious
that lifts this searching mortal soul
above the soundless dull and pedant
to the souring glorious melodies and
the voices and bells of highest heaven.
With her hand as bright as inspiration’s
light, she touches my mind and brings
to its sinews the thoughts of the gods
that lie secret, hidden in the universal
vastness of the mystery of being itself.
The immortal angel of light and love
opens up the uncut world to me entire,
in shape, in colour, in sound and space,
and takes me to the beauteous place of
imagination’s play with Aphrodite herself.