You radiate - glow,
your face so fair.
Lips on an angel
caressing night's summer air;
satin skin
begs touch to care.
Who among them,
Could ever really feel you?
Your rainbow dances
Round sunlight's lace.
Mirrored in your eyes,
a crescent moon's embrace;
the mystery of it all,
the Madonna's gaze.
Who among them,
Has eyes to really see you?
The sage and charlatan,
came to visit you at home.
To steal your face,
but discovered it was their own;
photogenic dreams
in pastel gypsy tones.
Who among them,
could ever hang a frame around you?
Your shadow's dancing,
dogs around the moon.
Power in passion's,
haunting wailing tunes;
your liquid hands speak
mysteries known only to loons.
Who among them,
could ever really outguess you?
You defy prison's,
sanity enthrones.
Enchanting saints and sinners
to mingle with your bones;
With your Celtic hymns,
and your penny whistle poems.
Who among them,
has ears to really hear you?
From a poem written by me in 1989
