For Joyce

Child of Joy--
an ebony wave of poetic motion
moving with the supple elegance
of ornate purpose,
a spirit that dances
into the heart and glows
radiant, warm,
ignorant of life's pallor.

Lithe hands that touch
and, in touching, move--
not to own
but to know
her soul
in the spirit of love.

Primal beauty,
statuesque,
bathed in an aura of serence colours
and muted scent: earthly, basic,
an angelic arabesque.

Paragon of harmony--
nothing less.