Flowers From Heaven

Out of the mere solace there springs forth a silence
cold hearts plunge in it's beautiful interludes
A beacon of light for a hurting world in need
sorted Lavender grace upon the Peyton Place

We filled slowly into the auditorium
faces fixed on what was being said
For I shed a tear to numb the pain
Not having you in my arms was driving me insane

faces, hands & feet
Shadows beckoning call asunder
A harp was being played
we could see his majestic throne

Alone taunt the fragile imagination in my frame
a soul vexed solution for the mentally insane
A message of grace seasoned with salt
Flowers from heaven can't be bought

A free gift to the undeserved
to flourish in the vast intoxication
May need a rest on a long awaited vacation
A red rose that was plucked a time before

Our tender hearts will soar through the opened door
a feeling of ambiance through the room
Destined to lavish this upon are hearts
awake to watch the white angelic dove fly high

A challenge to be free is a question of time

This poem is about: 
My family

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