To A.C 2 Poem by Michael J ORourke2

The East river... dark and oily beyond the moors
With a pretense of wit, led me to Lady Libery's shore
Beneath Wall Street's monolithic expanse
The seagulls delight in my momentary trance
Our lives caught in the balance

At that moment, sea gusts swept me upward without a trace
The stiped bass danced beneath the eddied gleam
While the birds took song at the vision of your face
Your smile lit up the harbor place!

Was it a voice I heard?
Was it music so new?
Was it a heavenly voice that turned my glance to you?
Were the angels exhorting the ernes' boisterous cries?
Were we touching hand to hand-cradled in the skies?
Your eyes mirrored my inner paradise.

The sun shore glorious that day
Bursting the clouds with triumphant rays
Visions of you paraded the harbor bay
My heart replete with uxorious praise
So keen to God's felicitous ways.