So many years it seemed I lived Beyond a darkened veil, But hope and love , they lived in me, In ghostly image pale.
I learned to let my eyes adjust To smoke and foggy view, To let the stars shine in my mind, In spite of dreams that failed.
The sounds of love songs in my heart, Although from far away, Would drift me through the darkened night, And sometimes fill my days.
I stared into the lily's cup, I drank it's golden hue, I prayed that there would come a day I'd share that cup with you.
Oh no, I didn't know your name, Nor even that you lived, Nor that the life that built it's walls, Would have so little to give.
And yet I think the smallest drop, Of nectar's sweetest dew, Would suffice somehow the life, If it was shared with you.
Sometimes the briefest sunshine flares, And beauty fills my eyes, And tears make light brighter still, With rays of sunshine sighs.
And Death, I see, is chasing me, But I shall show no fear, For I have known life's sweetest joy, Each time that you drew near.
So, come, My Love, and hide no more, Thy sweet and precious face, Let all our days be filled with praise, Of Love, the only Grace.
Angelia 4/21/02