You 
a poem by William C. Dwinell

When I am at peace and silent with the world, 
I think of you! 
Your image…sprinkles raindrops on my thirsty soul. 
When I see you, I touch spring flowers. 
I hear bubbling brooks cascading down a fern filled 
canyon of delight and my spirit begins to smile. 
I see fresh falling powder and two angels in the snow. 
I see lovers, hand in hand, not caring where they go. 
I see a new dawn breaking, 
casting its soft and fervent glow…
and I know…you!