Blaze of Glory

(for Sally) Sally, swarthy mare of a serene plain Clad in habiliments of nubile grace Whose name is the opium That soothes the tremor of restive hearts. Like the full moon that adorns the night, Whose brilliance brightens gloomy spots, Her probity, constant and unceasing Is a blaze of untainted glory. Sally, whose rhetorics dripping like wild honey Is a basketful of beatitudes That wraps the souls of mortals In veils of hope and faith. The winds shout her name, The trees bow in reverence, The birds whisper it in their songs And echo its beauty to the green hills!