I remember nights like this -
On a still, still summer evening,
Ten o’clock but blue the sky
With one bright star, or a new moon
Shining. The air so still.
And I never thought then, when a
Chance task took me out of doors
To the unexpected beauty of it all –
Not just that, but the ethereal peace
That only still evenings like this bring –
No, I never thought then
That I would ever find again
That same enchanted evening stillness,
That same super-human beauty
In this, a foreign land.
I thought that I had left it all:
Enchantment as though loved by gods!
But though I had left
It had not left me.
Beauty is everywhere, if only we see.
Our eyes are but windows
Our heart is the mirror:
It’s not what you see but
The way that you see it
That leads to the beauty
In each human being.
© Sarita Armstrong 1982