by William Spell Jr. Love and your iris inspired me to rise Above the entablature of your face, Into a realm of eternal pink skies On immortal wings of Beauty and Grace. O'er pedestals, statues, and temples Greek, Borne pure, without lust or depravity, Soared I. Soul's bareness is what I did seek; Your gaze bestowed antigravity! I saw in your soul; you did not know how. Air changed the ascensi'on of my flight, A tilt of the head, a furrow of brow, The annunciati'on of a fright. Eternity--in the blink of your eye-- Yet lifts my wings in that halcyon sky.