what do the dead hear <br />on their way to heaven- <br />lovely strains of a faint goodbye, <br />stretching from golden strings, to sky? <br /> <br />saints chanting cheer; you're on your way, <br />you go to live another day- <br />or a child’s night prayer, for their souls journey, <br />peace and goodwill; never lonely <br /> <br />in endless depth of blue that's theirs, <br />with music of quasars, and comet tails, <br />the laughs of loved ones, drifting by <br />as they discover, that they can fly..<br /><br />Patti Masterman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-the-dead-hear/
