There are many coffin shaped clouds in the sky this evening <br />Sailing the open blue like so many Viking funeral ships <br />Lit ablaze by the setting sun and leaving trails of cremated remains <br />For the white gulls on the wing as the fat lady sings sayonara <br />___I wonder if I might be so lucky as to catch a falling star<br /><br />Ted Sheridan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/o-that-one-miracle-might-fall-pt-in-a-series-of-poems-leading-to-my-death/
