Basil's Verse
Perhaps the
stars resting
upon the beautiful lonely cloak
of the midnight-blue sky
illuminating the night
with moon riding high
are the souls of friends passed
from this life...
watching
waiting...
until the spirit
of the friend
of the last friend
from Mother Earth
has gone to flight,
meeting the rest
breathing happy
celestial white...
when the
journey to the end of time,
though the universe,
does come to pass...
they fly 2 by 2 by 2
together through the cosmos
where at last
they shall rest their
weary wings in
at the loving feet of The One
taking all our pain
in the loving warmth of Heaven's Sun....
stars resting
upon the beautiful lonely cloak
of the midnight-blue sky
illuminating the night
with moon riding high
are the souls of friends passed
from this life...
watching
waiting...
until the spirit
of the friend
of the last friend
from Mother Earth
has gone to flight,
meeting the rest
breathing happy
celestial white...
when the
journey to the end of time,
though the universe,
does come to pass...
they fly 2 by 2 by 2
together through the cosmos
where at last
they shall rest their
weary wings in
at the loving feet of The One
taking all our pain
in the loving warmth of Heaven's Sun....
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