SO BEAUTIFUL, BEYOND SAYING
She is so beautiful, so far beyond my saying
I could not imagine any a greater thrill
Than spending time with her on a hill
Where a thatch of a patch of light lay playing;
Where there I whisper sayings so true
That all the heavenly drowned arise peacefully still
As I whistled though the silence solemnly crowned
Where at night angels of light emerge out of the blue
And we as lovers are cradled in our leafy beds
The shade of the hilly trees is a saying of many shades
And a stamp of a lamp for those fumbling in the dark
Now, my saying is the undoing of all that I hold true
That trickles down to every rill to lie fallow and still.