My spirits soar on high, <br />Inebriated with thoughts so pure. <br />I now can fly, <br />Nothing is obscure. <br />Spiritual healing is taking place, <br />As I rise to heavens realms. <br />Beams of joy cover my face, <br />Nothing can me overwhelm. <br />I have seen the heavens gates, <br />Beautiful light paves the way, <br />Music sweet to soul and ear, <br />I have nothing more to say.<br /><br />Bernard Shaw<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-dream-7/
