My Life is a Bowl
My life is a bowl which is mine to brim
With loveliness old and new.
So I fill its clay from stem to rim
With you, dear heart,
My life is a pool which can only hold
One star and glimpse of blue.
But the blue and the little lamp of gold
Are you, dear heart,
My life is a homing bird that flies
Through the starry dusk and dew
Home to the heaven of your true eyes,
Home, dear heart,
~May Riley Smith