The Beauty Of Leah - Part 2 Poem by Martin Greyford

The play passed fast in that garden
And I could see through the window
The ghostly yellow kiss of sunset on the mountain.
Looking on each other with
Sorrowful eyes and not speaking
Although beauty has its own heavenly language,
Loftier than the voices of tongues and lips.
It is a timeless language common to all humanity,
A calm lake that attracts
The singing rivalets to its depth,

And makes them silent.
Only our spirits can understand beauty,
Or live and grow with it.
Real beauty is a ray which
Emanates from the holy of holies of
The spirit and illuminates the body,
As life comes from the depths of the earth
And gives colour and scent to a flower.
Real beauty lies in the spiritual accord
That is called love which can exist

Between a man and a woman.
Did my spirit and Leah's reach out
To each other that very day we met,
And did that yearning make me see her as
The most beautiful woman under the sun?
Or did my youth blind my natural eyes
And make me imagine the brightness of her eyes