It Is Enough To Delight Poem by Keith Shorrocks Johnson

My dear one is mine
As mirrors are lonely
Look into the glass
And tell the face you see

Of how the lens gives power without purpose
Reversed to purpose that no power redeems

Look more deeply
Into the dark glass
Matching devilry
Against the angel

And how the spirit, so easily betrayed
To cruelty, becomes so undermined

Then set aside the mirror and its meaning
It is enough to delight without believing

For I will love the spring
And cry to dream again
My magic is my own
I dance for death alone

Listen - new voyagers are seeking landfall
They will awaken to the sweetness of the island

Water into the well
Music into the air
For the high green hill
Sits always by the sea.