You are the poem that lives on <br />in all the bright white spaces of me; <br />the sparkle of snowstorms <br />in the first flakes drifting <br />the bleat of a yearling; <br />the first steps it takes <br />flowers in moonlight <br />clouds in the rain <br />a path to the forest <br />a mountain bell's clang <br />calling me home <br />petal scents on the breeze <br />white sails on oceans <br />and softer than these; <br />faint words on old paper <br />a gleam in an eye <br />a jet's silver message <br />scrawled on the sky; <br />for you are that radiance <br />gives me back to me.<br /><br />Patti Masterman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/you-are-the-poem/
