A Look From Above A High Mountain Poem by RIC BASTASA

from a high mountain
a valley lies where the angels have just started singing
as a choir
i hear the the strings of the lyre
and then the trumpets and the flute in between
the innocent lyrics of the angelic voices
penetrating the chambers in our hearts

we feel so light
we are saved from the wreck of the sinking ships of the past
we look forward to the refreshing gales
to the touch of the gentle tendrils

a certain sadness somehow starts to pain us a bit
we are looking for you
why are you not here with us?
why did you abandon us? why are you listening to the sound of death?
there must be answers and we are sad and waiting