Beauty streamed into my hand <br />In sunlight through a pane of glass; <br />Now at last I understand <br />Why suns must pass. <br />I have held a shadow, cool <br />Reflection of a burning gold, <br />And it has been more beautiful <br />Than hands should hold. <br /> <br />To that delicate tracery <br />Of light, a force my lips must name <br />In whispers of uncertainty, <br />Has answered through me in a flame. <br /> <br />Beauty is the core of fire <br />To reaching hands; even its far <br />Passing leaves a hurt desire <br />Like a scar.<br /><br />Hazel Hall<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sunlight-through-a-window/
