by Stuart James Beall
This poem was published by poetry.com and The International Library of Poetry in the year 2000 collection “The Harmony Of Silence”. It also won an Editor’s Choice Award.
Sometimes making changes requires a female grace
and seeing things more clearly begins with her embrace.
Until I met you woman, my flowers had no bloom,
my music had no melody, my humming had no tune.
The rain was only teardrops, and as I traveled on,
the road was leading nowhere, toward the glowing horizon.
Now the wind is whispering the love you hold for me.
I hear your laughter splashing on the surface of the sea.
Fields imitate your beauty, no matter where I roam.
Hills reflect your countenance. The sunset calls me home.