That Which I Look Upon

      As light, which plays upon a breeze,
      A silver blue sweet music on the air.
      One thought transforms Life to the greatest ease,
      One look is treasured as a blue gem rare.
      Ten thousand swords could not destroy the tower
      That beckons me with light from distant way
      To bring myself beneath the pure, true power
      That gives me rest, enflames the dark'ning day.
      A Spring lightning, a gentle fragrant rain,
      New roses littered 'cross a waving field,
      An eagle, winging to the sky again,
      The flame which dances, joy to yield.
        Forevermore are you as this beauty,
        A paragon of light entrancing me.

      February 2, 1992

      Copyright (c) 1992 by Andrew S. Damick.