Bullett, Gerald William - Home
Type of Spiritual Experience
A description of the experience
Five weary days...and I shall creep
Into the shadow of her hair
And of her loveliness drink deep
And lose my desolation there,
Feeling her cool lips quench my own.
Lying so still, we shall not dare
To let one murmur like a stone
Into the pool of silence fall.
All senses will be fused in one:
Peace will surround us with a wall
Of visible music, moments go
Melodiously by, and all
The stillness brim with beauty; so
Our hearts will whisper, throbbing fast:
'Must time undeviating flow
And bear this fragile moment past?'