poetryandart

                                                         RISE I am going to rise like a helium balloon Like the leaven resting in bread I'm going to rise like an eagle in the air Like the bubbles formed on ale's head. Were gonna rise up from this place called earth Were gonna take our exit - stage left Were gonna leave and shoot to the stars And no one will notice and be bereft. Midnight -- at the midnight cry Some spring night were leaving here When you hear the men coming Shouting "hes here the bridegroom - no fear!" Were gonna rise, to meet Him again The one that we've loved through the years Were gonna put on our veil and carry the lamp And go up at the trump where there's no tears. @cherylbrand Poem from "FOUR ROWS OF STONES:  POETRY FROM THE HEART" by Cheryl Brand