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

Poem Submitted: Saturday, November 10, 2007
Poem Edited: Saturday, April 23, 2011

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Comments about To My Poet by Sam Pete

  • Agnes Török (11/11/2007 12:04:00 PM)

    beautifully written, as I just told you I am delighted you put my words in that very sentence :)
    The future, the past, the present. All that is, have been and shall ever be is but an illusion, a golden rule to make our lives somehow meaningful, another god to belive in.
    Yet I am an atheist also in the subject od time.
    It truly brings out deep thoughts, this poem of yours.
    Thank you for sharing.

    All my best

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  • Malini KadirMalini Kadir (11/11/2007 10:10:00 AM)

    I loved this! ....thank you for sharing is all to be said....

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  • Thad Wilk (11/10/2007 10:42:00 PM)

    Awsome write Simon! ! A poem wonderful to read, indeed! A (10 plus) ! ! !

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