Beauty Has Eyes (Sequel to A Better Garden; Part III)

The son of Hellenes, o’er Caiphas,

Tarried to feel Sycaminum’s air;

Such allure’s too momentous to pass—

Atop his better garden of flair

‘Tis been donkey’s years of pure Sundays

But mem’ry held his spirit’s daybreak

‘Stood pensive with fervidness ablaze

His return’s rationale—he can’t fake

He regarded her core knew that she’s

Too lovely for an ancient front line;

Her fealty’s lustrous—such break to seize

The verdure’s as lithe as a feline

Roses of Sharon ‘neath April’s sun

Blush at his gaze like English heathers

Yahmus in sight! A rivalry done!

A spellbinder with time in fetters

Magnificence shewed as natural

The Qishon below can’t bar his stare

Boundless scenery that’s surreal

Splendidness apt for a prince’s lair

The crowned bonce yielded to sheer wonder

Like the awed mount cedes to her headland

Dreamt of twice, ‘braced once—‘til forever!

Why let marvel go as grains of sand?

The galley’s heedful of his feelings

But is his much-loved garden sentient?

Is she conscious? Does her sight have wings?

Aye! Beauty perceives; beauty’s poignant!

The garden’s being springs from her soul

A life unmatched by northwestern gales

Sentry to the Plain of Jezreel’s hole

Castles in Spain? The mount never fails!

Beauty has eyes to see Hellas’ heart—

His devotion found on robust ground;

She’s a witness to his doting part

Eagerly heeding his heartbeat’s sound

As sharp as his inchoate saber,

Her mind’s vision cognizes hope’s wrack;

Beauty has eyes to see he loves her—

And, unstintingly, she loves him back.