My eyes see the resemblance of heaven,
In each and every brethren,
As love reaches like a tree,
In skies of memory.
And dreams of roses,
Grows as seas deepen,
And the moon is full.
As the clouds are weeping.
My arms will stretch.
And hug the depths.
Of what you are seeking.
As hate is weakening.
And tears are sweeping.
Like sorrows last breath.
And crossed hearts are narrow.
In the storms of tomorrow.