Windows to heaven.
Strange slanting windows to heaven
Fired in silver, glow in ascension
Rising stairs that have no end
That merge silver, grey and blend.
The silver lining, gates to our own Eden
Through the portal, flashing silver beacon
And illuminate the bannisters and rise
Take a fading spirit to the skies.
Look not at looming dark or dullest day
Or blankets of stark never ending grey
Look rather to the edge of the autumn storm
Or to billowing horizon afire at dawn
See early summer morning’s golden light
Or the days silver rays breaking on high
There in the distance where the beams fall
Find a soul to rise and answer to the heavens call
© Dave Kavanagh @ daithiocaomanaigh.com