Saturday, 13 January 2018

Heaven Shall Be Here

In London, there's a garden,

Behind a wooden gate;

I oft imagine you sitting there,

With the sunshine on your face.

The bees buzz in the jasmine-

The city seems remote

As the sun kisses the living leaves

And glints on a brass-plaqued quote.

Though, for now, you've stepped away,

I feel your presence near;

Around a bend in the garden path,

A whisper-  "Heaven Shall Be Here."
1946 - 2016
❦Thank you ❦