Saturday, January 16, 2016

in the rose-pink clouds

tell me what you see
up there
and how the symphony
of angels sound, tell me
what the rose-pink clouds are made of
the ones across the treetops
tell me how the sunset's chorus crowns
the evening shadows
tell me how this life will form
the next life
and tell me how they never end
like the light
to another, vibrant
tell me how the broken pieces will be mended
and all things healed
with time.