Narrow grows the infinite sky
In mind a list of all who've gone
before - years passed- so quickly by
Enough to prejudice the dawn
And little joys and larger griefs
Consumed our hearts and minds at will
Dared us to question our beliefs
Until that moment we grew still....
What was then our consolation?
Heaven loomed, larger than before
Paradise a mere fixation
with death too final to ignore
Nirvana, everlasting Eden
Heaven waits beyond all reason
For Broken Wings Form H
Copyright © Suzanne Delaney | Year Posted 2017