May Riley Smith Comments

Wait, what is the true meaning behind this magical bowl?

My Life is a Bowl (last verse) My life is a homing bird that flies Through the starry duskand dew Home to the heaven of your true eyes, Home, dear heart, To you.

My Life is a Bowl (continued) My life is a pool which can only hold One star and a glimpse of blue. But the blue and the little lamp of gold Are you, dear heart, Are you.

" My Life is a Bowl" May Riley Smith My life is a bowl which is mine to brim With lovliness old and new. So I fill its clay from stem to rim With you, dear heart, With you.