Each blessed morning opens new the page
to Love’s transmogrifying multicolored stage:
Calls me to the purple oak
Ravens jet black shining coat
Ferns green fingered stubborn vote
Chariots setting sun’s red throat
Eyes blue saturating hues
sinking into mine to fuse
Colors textures smells tastes sounds
into Love’s white allsurround
Which is where I want to be
Now that I’ve found eyes to see