Bright Spirit

by Michael Duch

She comes to me when dark is night
And limns my dreams with spirit bright;
Her eyes, they fill my fevered gaze
As rapt, I stare on with amaze
At my angel's shining eyes of light.

Never have I felt a love
So pure, as if from up above.
It was ordained by celestial mind
That only once would I ever find
A soul as lovely as a dove.

The thought of her! Like angels flying
Across my mind as I lay dying,
Brings surcease from all woe and pain -
A balm, as soft as summer rain -
That on my anguished heart fell, sighing.

The beauty of those glist'ning eyes
Are but a mirror of the prize
That waits for him she truly loves
And if prayers are heard by up-aboves
Then to me! My lonely angel flies!

Alas! That dreams do not come true
Bittersweet the fact she never knew
That my heart she held in her gentle hands -
That the threads of my love she wove into strands -
As unbreakable as the vaulted blue.