The Artist's Valley Poem by Wakefield Mahon

I sit upon a windy cliff
My loved one standing nigh.
Before me, I see a rainbow expanse,
A river of color flows by.

Verdant is the valley and vivid
A masterpiece of Almighty hands
Foliage of every size and form
Scattered across the land

A river reflects the radiant scene
Rushing over hills
The stream keeps flowing to the end of the earth
Where over it gently spills

Cool is the wind against my cheek
The sun drops of warmth rain down
My soul is elevated more to sense
The eagles flight around

The eagle in her majesty
Gracefully makes her way
Not fluttering as a common bird
But soaring to a point then away

Slowly, sweetly,
The sages perfume comes to me

Soon I see what I am
I gaze at the clouds in their awesome expanse

I experience the presence of His awesome being
I see myself
I am but a speck of dust in eternity

Again, the one I love comes
Her soul with the warmth of the sun
Her eyes like the sea
She is a blessing to me
And my sorrowful state comes undone

Even the beauty of a raindropp on a petal
And the warmth of the sun which can burn
Even the might of this awesome spectacle
Approaches not her love for me and mine in return

She smiles at me for she loves my art
Forever she will stay the love of my heart
For my mortal days with her are bliss
Our mortal love we shall seal with a kiss

Verdant is the valley and vivid
A masterpiece of Almighty hands
Foliage of every size and form
Scattered across the land

Before me, I see a rainbow expanse,
A river of color flows by.
Content, I sit upon a windy cliff
With the one I love standing nigh.