Unforgettable songs sing of longing and loss;
strange, we may have never seen sheer beauty,
but the heart knows that it exists.
There are approximations:
a beautiful face, a woman
full of life divine, the face of a child
in quiet joy, a tall tree in sunset`s glow;
they come into our lives and go.
And music does it best,
telling tales of unimaginable loveliness,
knocking lightly on the door of another dimension
and we thrill for it to open,
though it does not.
Surely one day it will,
and we shall see that the beauty
which has haunted our years
is beyond expectation,
and we are re-made by joy.

Reg Naulty.