Poems, essays, and other writings by eric bleys

The Perfect Grace of Black

The sand and the stars -

Between the three mountains.

I swirl with love -

In the sound of Cypress trees.

A gift of pure water -

In the lights upon the moon.

My love is a vine of white flowers -

Upon the lily pads.

The sounds of the birds -

In the cloudy ranks of heaven.

I feel love as a dew drop,

Upon the valley of the golden sun.

A dime of silver -

Among the infinitude of grass.

My love is a gust -

Of white flowers in the daytime.

A light from the rainbow -

In the silver field of morning.

My love is the rain -

And the growing of the earth.

A time for white flowers -

And snowy white upon the mountain.

My love is pure ice,

Upon the root of every tree.

The water and the sky -

Like twines of true grace.

My love is a clear stone -

And the radiance of light blue.

The sound of the seashore -

In the perfect grace of black.

A gift of lovely wind -

Upon the purity of night.

The Glancing Light of Sand

Water and Rain