Remembering Thy Beauty Poem by Joseph Walden

Beauty has no name,
in the silence of pure sound.
Beauty has no name,
when darkness dances on light,
when the stars sprinkle the night.
Beauty has no name,
when the stare of the deers' eyes,
stir the soul to remember.

Beauty has no name.

Hovering in hyperspace,
When spirit heals the flame,
beauty has no name.
When golden light is laced upon the sky,
By the power of the inner eye,
beauty has no name.
Answering only to please,
the sacred chord from which,
beauty has no name.