A festival’s autumn, slanting sun
Found beauty, and there was more than one
Among the young women, walking,
In comfortable clothes, makeup, not much talking.
When light shines in a beautiful woman’s eye
One sees the deepest part of woman’s beauty
And what we have always guessed appears to be right:
Beauty travels at the speed of light.
Beauty and desire have speed,
But love has a greater need:
No matter how swift the beams,
Love needs to be wise, and slow, and draped in dreams.
