"Looking Back To Yesterday"

Everything in the room has been rearranged,
the bell strikes time, we take no note of this,
through various scenes, the living and dying.

How much is to be done! My hope in prayer
where she lays, with years beyond the flood
protected by the creator; his commandments

alarmed the pensioner crying mercy at death,
her leaden sceptre buried a slumbering world;
why me in tears lost within her home, weeping

bitter memories, my dearest departed friend
crying to heaven where wondering angels gaze,
this is the way that seems right for all to obey.

His laws standing before judgment day to pray,
how sweet the sound beneath a silent cross;
the peeling of the organ with healing notes,

below the moon's shadow, an evening breeze
waking in a dream as if walking hand in hand
slumbering in silence, her healing so profound,

scaling a cliff or dancing high in hollow winds,
the ceaseless flight looking back to yesterday,
nothing in the room had ever been rearranged.

Proud of her conquering charms and beauty,
she floats amid the silken sheets pale blue,
rejoicing sunshine days dancing her dream.


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