Ascending
Ascending
Following a time of quiet
Sweet music was heard
Filling the air
So that once heavy hearts
Were lifted again
Ready to rise up, leaving
The old world behind
Turning away from the past
Sailing through the air
Meeting the moon and the stars
To then become part of a new world
For completion
Stephen Gospage
Mon 25th Oct 2021 21:25
A lovely, optimistic poem, Brenda.