J.

She, as from a silent dream, strayed Down from the mind of night; Enchanting and with cerulean gaze Engulfed my adoring sight; So that I, in altered frames of thought, Integrated with her light. Serene, cool beauty undisturbed, brushed All the dusk with fire; Liquid and soft as eiderdown Warm-fused with a pale desire; So that I, with ice chips in my veins, Thawed at her transpire. She, perfect icon in the dark, cried Love to a heart of frost; Stricken, in awe, beheld her form And fell to my heathen cost; So that I, in clasping her essence close, Found all I counted lost. Alive, in a rapid catalyst, of Faith and a failing will; Inspired and with a focussed eye Watched all of my life distil; So that I, fixating on her grace, Knew love as the earth stood still.