Thank you

How does a poet thank the sun? When the chill is gone and the night is done. When the warming light opens weary eyes, And the rock feels pain, and the Island cries. Unto each must come a time of grace, And in that place I see his face, Reflected back from you to me, My love we live a mysery. The spirit of your dreaming pen, Calls to us both, come home again. Let us wear our share of doubt and blame, And drain the bitter cup of shame. That hope should bloom in the midst of pain, And one day only love remain. Oh for the hearts that dream so far, The gentle spirit you truley are. Love and speak a mighty word, know that miracles have occured. The poet is a paper on the wall, Read to be discarded, Of no consequence at all. If This in some way speak to you, I tell you all your dreams are true. You werent made to sorrow, nor be treated with disdain, You own all of tomorrow and Tomorrow love will reign. Higher my love, theres so much to see, Look see the flower that your love will be, Carry your love both far and wide, Dont hide your lovely self inside. For you are here to be a light, For someone wandering in the night. The hand you reach in gentle care, Holds the answers to your prayers.I dont know how I would have gotten along without you all. you have all been so loving and kind.I wish the best for you all with all my heart. Written April 9th, 2002 © on Apr 09 2002 12:16 AM PST, Patric Patterson    18 • 0 • 8