A dock at sunset, a droplet of due,

A glowing rainbow of every hue

An angel's voice, a heavenly call

A swelling feeling in us all

That the plagues of Moses shan't dispel.

A daring word slapped on a page

That invokes in one a sense of rage

That pumps the blood and fires the soul

That braketh that which once was whole

How can one be whole without them?

A curving line, an earthen vase

A politician to his cause

A pearly tear on chilling face

A runner at Olympic pace

May never meet the gates of Hell.

Infant's giggle, mother's cry

At cradle's breadth, a lullaby,

Soldier's boot and peddler's cap

Together drink the ale tap

Two leaves born of one stem.

Brick and mortar, plans unfurled

Rise above the mortal world

The stunning light of intellect

The crooked grin of architects

Sow truth between the generous lies.

An eccentric mind seeking praise,

A general in his glory days,

A pasture that from cattle yield

A victory on the battlefield,

Are but trophies on our walls.

For slender bodies and painted whores

Are motorcades and oaken doors.

For flaxen hair and gentle hands

Are stratagems and wartime demands.

All things being equal in your eyes.

Being not to judge and not to scold,

Beauty is for one to hold.

It needs no mortal to define

That which solely is divine,

And chief aspect of us all.