what do the dead hear
on their way to heaven-
lovely strains of a faint goodbye,
stretching from golden strings, to sky?
saints chanting cheer; you're on your way,
you go to live another day-
or a child’s night prayer, for their souls journey,
peace and goodwill; never lonely
in endless depth of blue that's theirs,
with music of quasars, and comet tails,
the laughs of loved ones, drifting by
as they discover, that they can fly..
Sounds to me like you got this one just right. A very wonderful magical journey.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Patti, this is exquisite. It's like reading one of the masters-Henry Wadsworth Longfellow comes to mind.