by Dewayne Allday
2009
From the heavens a majestic
image suspended from the clouds,
dropping color, giving substance
to my heart on the sound
of a whisper that lingers alone
near my ears, in my soul,
calming the quandry of tears,
settling to rest the angelic fears,
that have been gone,
since that last song was sung,
when the dialog was born,
and the war was won.
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