To walk to the edge of a cliff without fear,
To look down and see light on the water clear,
Pure light without boundary, dipped into blue,
Light wheeling and healing when splashed by the dew;
Such deeds are too great,
Such light too divine,
To filter the film of my factual mind.
To sit in the garden, to home with the birds,
To tell of a flower with a kiss and no words,
A pink smitten rose or a ripe tulip bud,
A buttercup gleaming in glade gray and hushed;
Such habits excel
All ambition of mine,
Being far beyond my empty logical mind.
To smile through the darkness at your smiling face,
To mirror your motions, to give to your grace,
To meet your sweet eyes with the same energy,
To greet you with loving, and friendship retrieve;
Such chance comes not to
Anyone of my kind,
Imprisoned by an intellectual mind.