Heaven's Song

A cryptic vision wrought with stubborn skill at music’s bidding stands Untamed by wingèd thought beneath the sun’s dominion. It moves like summer’s wind, diaphanous and warm, Within the labyrinth of earth and sea, Where birds with golden feathers fly Like sun-kissed gems whose spark Could blind the moon’s Weak sight. The light Of afternoons When nature’s creatures hark To heaven’s song makes angels try The taste of mortal love. For once, they see What pleasures wait to be discovered, though the form Of bliss on earth may not disturb their God’s oblivion Of what he made. At work in this must be some clever, wicked hands. Find my poems and published poetry volumes at www.eton-langford.com