Poems of Narad

Of the Unspoken Things

It is of the unspoken things I write;
Of fragrances and essences distilled
In morning's marbled air and evening's light,
The pure desire, the heart that leaps in flame,
The ardour of a soul to meet thee full
And steady in thy blazing white and merge
In thee, becoming thee, yet worshipping thee,
Endless eons pass before thy feet.