The sound of music <br />Fills the air, <br />As gentle winds <br />Strum softly <br />On the strings <br />Of harps of gold. <br />Words golden in tone <br />Can be heard <br />Sounding clear <br />As the music swells <br />And crashes around, <br />Sweeping on and on, <br />In a wealth of song, <br />Reverberating awesomely <br />Through the hall <br />In a crescendo of happiness. <br />It is eternal sunshine <br />In the soul. <br />Come, buoyant heart, <br />Let us storm <br />The gates of heaven. <br /> <br />© Miriam Jacob<br /><br />MIRIAM JACOB<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/harps-of-gold/
