by Richard Creveling
using time during a Sunday afternoon . . . .
Me to You
Gently, a voice
soft and sincere
recalled to me perfumed petals in flowered fields;
And Spring's foals followed Nature's complaisant direction,
smoothly exhibiting grace and continuity
in their contentment.
My existence has realized solidarity
of purpose; sincerity,
offered by all that is real, and
everything of splendor that I can dream.
My soul is warmed by Sun's rays,
and roses
painted by angels
whispering color to Life.
All of this is given
only
for the pleasure of those who are able
to think
like thoughts of gentleness and honor
that led
me to you.
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