Seraphy

In the sunlight she is radiance,
at dusk seraphy.
As the dark falls she is intoxication.

Her voice silences nightbirds,
hearing her music.
A song with no more effort than she gives to breath.

Images of her, celestial.
The cystine has no angel to match,
there is no glass un jealous that has reflected her.

There is no water which does not quiver at her passing,
there is no flower unturned by her light.
And I follow, for my heart is lifted.

Divano