There is a harshness in our modern world that presses in around us. A dark void, a black hole. Left unopposed it invades our souls and leaves no space for compassion and for love. Here is a simple poem that may bring some light, some colour, some softness. Take a moment, and dream.
I see, I dream I float among the stars.
An opening leaf, a budding rose
The softness of the setting sun.
As from a golden harp
Stroked so gently with such care.
Incense floods my mind.
Soft forms, angels, cupids
Such beauty as even Botticelli
Missed in all his rites of spring
And masterly art.
Poetry, the gentlest touch of lyric.
Sweet memories that bring forth tears
Of joy and rhapsody.
All this I see and more
When I but dream of you.