A friend once gave me two beautiful pieces of cut glass art. Companion pieces.
Here is a poem triggered by the first piece.
She always called it White Love-
A woman raising her arms to the sun
rising out of a purple ocean
Though rimmed with a red aureole
she thought of it for you
at a place where sky meets earth
and circle meets straight
and yin and yang merge
And though she too wears red, her purple head
shows purpose not altogether worldly
and worthy somewhat of you