I looked into eyes at midnight
Black and sparkling in the light
In the smiling face of a gentle heart
Open to all and granting each a part
The angels savoured that high moment

Yet I was troubled as we stood
I think had I stood longer
I would have had to cry
Remembering this wretched dream
Which haunts me again tonight

That someone otherwise high minded
Might judge such perfect eyes
Brimming out with peace and hope
Not by their sparkle or their light
But rather by their colour and their shape