It is gratitude of goodwill, a sense
of rare respect seldom present in
an ordinary sense. When you saw
a beauty in the words you came on
my side of the fence, joining me in
pastures rich in grazing. In a soft
and salutary way you have saluted
me with gest. I now return in favour
free of any hint of artifice that I am
pleased in heart and soul, you’ve
seen a dream of splendour where
I wrote in words – glimpsed the air
resplendent, heard the very chords
I heard. Your thanks confirms me
right; I’ll sleep the angels’ sleep and
soar tonight in dreams content.
© 10 June 2007, I.D. Carswell
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