Soul Searching

I looked out over the sea,
I heard a soul sighing.
A spirit I could picture
dancing on the foam.
I felt a calm within me,
though I'd seen him dying.
Death was now a fixture,
His soul was going home.

I saw the gulls soaring
above a sun-flecked sea,
I thought I heard singing
in the brilliance of the sky.
I felt my emotions pouring
from the very heart of me.
I saw his soul a-winging
And I felt the angels cry.

They wept for loved-ones,
bereaved now left behind.
They cried in pure delight
tears, a rainbowed-dome.
Heavenly beauty that stuns
an earthbound seeking mind,
which only sees a dark night
not his soul welcomed home.