You are not beautiful, or tall,
or very dark, or very fair.
In a crowd, I might not notice you -
your ordinary clothes and hair.
Youre self-contained.You remind me of
a light in a box with the lid held shut.
I wonder what I would find inside
if I opened it, if I ventured - but
this is my secret. Locked away
I keep you where my heart stands still,
where darkness covers, and my mouth
is silent as a stone until
you charge me with your honest eyes,
like questions beautiful and plain.
I shall not try to speak, I think,
and hesitate and pause - and then
shocked by an unexpectedness
I did not think to call my own,
I find my heart has turned again
into the sun, the sun, the sun.
If you've any comments on this poem, Helena Nelson would
be pleased to hear from you.