A Poem

I hear the music of heaven: clouds cry:

my eyes wet: and my heart is in thunder.

A strange dream overflows and draws

me to a place of solace.

This is not a picture of delight but a

friend whom is filled with dignity and a

woman with love. Both with love.

With terror I awaken from this: and

reality goes on like a river knows and has

only one journey to a great sea and

beyond. To a great sea and beyond. And

to the sea.

Michael David Joseph Walshe