Whispers From Heaven


A Poem by RAC aka Saddletramp


The Sun goes down, the Moon comes up,
You slowly close your eyes,
And somewhere deep within your mind, the shadows start to rise.
You can dance with them upon the moon,
Or on the head of a pin,
While laughing at whispers from Heaven that we will never be here again…


The days were long, the nights too short,
Still you joined the noble fight,
You took the time to thank your maker for his eternal light.
But whether you danced among the stars,
Or on a line drawn with a pen,
You can still hear whispers from Heaven that we will never be here again…


You didn’t give it up easy,
But you wear your guilt upon your sleeve,
Sometimes it’s hard to remember those for which we grieve,
So whether you dance for his glory,
Or believe it is a mortal sin,
We all hear whispers from Heaven that we will never be here again…


Copyright (C) 2013 by RAC aka Saddletramp, All Rights Reserved.