My eyes have seen your image every day
as if you stood before me, when in fact
I sojourned here, while you were far away,
and your dear presence was the thing I lacked.

My ears have heard the echoes of your voice
and felt your footsteps thunder through the hall:
those very echoes made my heart rejoice,
though mere remembrance, never real at all.

But now the real and certain truth appears,
like strong Sunrifter's rays so fair and bright,
and now the welcome voice assails my ears;
its loud resounding bringing sheer delight.

The image fades, the echo holds no charms;
I hold the source of Love within my arms.


Topaz