THE TORN SKY
Marked from Heaven
Morning to fly
Flowers given
Late to dieDarkness creeps
A sad slow strange flow
The hidden sky weeps
Hearts lay lowMountains bleed deep into ground
Voices scream to the sky
Fear rages a terrible sound
Longing love tears us to dieSilence severs as you hear
Stillness echo and peace ring
Far too perfect for the human ear
Souls lift and hearts ringMichael Cleary