The Garden of Delight

This morning, in the Garden of Delight, love came gently on us.
Its sweet melody whispered in the trees, shivering the leaves.
Its fragrance wafted through the tapestry of flowers
And flicked the ears of the massive hounds,
While the white unicorn stepped daintily under fruit trees.

This world of perfection, captured in coloured thread,
Brings me to the timeless moment
When we are overflowing with Love's grace.
Each element in its own space
Within the harmony of colour,
Has absolute value.
And the white unicorn steps daintily under fruit trees.

Come again, sweet Love's face,
Call me to this dance,
Create with me this world where we live beyond ourselves.
Be my beating heart, my crown of stars;
Weave this perfection in my soul
Where the white unicorn steps daintily under fruit trees.