How radiant in rarest becoming, this Eastward Diamond Nova carefully reaching toward us- Shine, shine silver mystery star LOVE. One outward beaming curiosity, an End to the Intersession of Our every hope. And that fated night longing beneath a dazzled kingdom of sky they searched those high arches of white sand for the blessed dream child. O Ghostly whitest seeing eye, un stilled, gently glistening, you imagined first tendrils of every word- In poetry, the vestiges of every verse you sing, O toungue of only truth! Amid cool eternities of questions patience, your bride of un trampled snow softly held the answer. To you, Son of farthest reaching, seeking star, We offer gifts of Gold and perfumed air. Winter 1997 From "Advent-Alpha" Painting copyright 1996 T. Byron K.