Shirley Smith
In loving memory of Shirley Smith
Here space and time exist in light
The eye like the eye of faith believes
The seen, the known
dissolve in iridescence, become
illusive flesh of light
that was not, was, forever is.
O light beheld as through refracting tears.
Here is the aura of that world
each of us has lost.
Here is the shadow of its joy.
-From "Monet's Waterlillies"by Robert Hayden
