When the slow wave creeps into your sight, <br />A blue-tinged blanket of reflected light, <br />Or a cloud shyly peeps the sun's own face <br />But in your reverie, leaves no trace; <br />Or a lightning torch x-rays the sky, <br />It's echoed voice like a rumbled sigh; <br />When trees wave graceful, arching arms <br />And the breeze unleash it's earnest charm: <br />It's angels I've sent, you understand <br />Of the wind and sky, the sea and land <br />So knowing them, you'll not forget <br />That inside love lives no regret <br />Not for a moment; no matter how far <br />And so Earth sings, how beloved you are.<br /><br />Patti Masterman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-the-slow-wave-creeps-into-your-sight/
