Thursday, May 3, 2012


Would that I could capture your essence, made
Fully visible in the light rays
That play upon the stream at night. From stars
Beyond and the crimson red moonlit pond
I discern you standing, invisible
To mortal eyes, unseen by men who do
Look but a moment for trinkets to have;
Thus is true beauty never by man had.
But now a change has come, the wind draws nigh,
The ripples within the pond as the sky:
Each shimmers and bounds, and the light refracts
Through the night, through the blackest cataract! 
Then the harp is sung from a far off place,
And in the wind struck pool I see your face. 

                                Quintessence, (c) Luke Bennette, May 2012

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