If One Allowed Poem by Richard (Narad) Eggenberger

If One Allowed

I would, if one allowed, like nothing more
Than to wait upon the poem's descent
Settling in a space above the mind,
To see it formed, as when a veil is rent
And ravishing beauty revealed to the naked eye,
Etched in gold with ruby overlaid
As if a view of some divinity
Too perfect to be looked upon by man,
A radiant god whose voice like music calls
In metred pulse the human heart to love,
Before whose beauty our beauty palls.
This would I write nor pause for errant thought
To add its imperfection to a line
Thinking itself master of the form,
To certainly improve, perhaps refine,
No effort spare in twisting words awry.
I would be calm and in the calmness wait.
If nothing came with the passing of the hours
Joy still would rule and I not hesitate
To live my days communing with the flowers.