Beauty has no name, <br />in the silence of pure sound. <br />Beauty has no name, <br />when darkness dances on light, <br />when the stars sprinkle the night. <br />Beauty has no name, <br />when the stare of the deers' eyes, <br />stir the soul to remember. <br /> <br />Beauty has no name. <br /> <br />Hovering in hyperspace, <br />When spirit heals the flame, <br />beauty has no name. <br />When golden light is laced upon the sky, <br />By the power of the inner eye, <br />beauty has no name. <br />Answering only to please, <br />the sacred chord from which, <br />beauty has no name.<br /><br />Joseph Walden<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/remembering-thy-beauty/
