Sam Pete - To My Poet

Why insecure, my bonny lass
Why it’s the moment of rapture true
Time of recollection -
Beauty that ne'er was
And somehow here, all fullness
All so suddenly from fathoms deep
From the depths of time

But how - that only God on high can tell
“Nighttime sparkling
Wet leaves in yellow light
And feelings of eternity
Is all that is in sight”

It’s the life that ne'er was
And somehow somewhere here all the time
Begins to make its entrance all so new
Wet, drenched in the mist of loveliness
Bidden by beckoning rays of yon waning moon
And early morning sunlight

What ever can be is what we look forward to
In all of eternity, the vast canvass
Of the hopeful realms of future near

Sam Pete

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