Silent whispers float on by, <br />wait, and let me hear! <br />Fragrance of warm apple pie, <br />humming bees so near. <br /> <br />Spring, your lovely virgin breath <br />sets my heart on fire, <br />eyes will see no sign of Death, <br />currents take me higher. <br /> <br />Birds and planes soon left behind, <br />anxious moments teasing, <br />clouds beguile the drifting mind, <br />angel teardrops freezing. <br /> <br />Yes, my friend, you fly ahead <br />go and find your God. <br />Those who ache to join the dead <br />strike me rather odd.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/journey-8/
