Tomorrow is but the whisper upon an angels purse lips.
Shadows intertwine with light bringing soft shades of gray.
Hope is bequeathed from above upon each solemn breath.
Life is but a vapor on the winds of change, so soon it fades and slips away.
I’ve seen the dark eyes of those whom shall see no more.
I have held the cold fingers of death,
I have walked alone on Charon's desolate shore.
I’ve also tasted of the flowers of heaven and life at its best.
For love outshines the darkness; love brings a better day.
Though dark may be the times when we walk in harm’s way.
We shall overcome and rise above on angel whispers and love.
J. Allen Wilson © 1/15/2011