The Other Side

What exists there
where vision cannot see
what existed before
where memory cannot be
what was I, what was me?

Silently I try to peek
to the other side
where death so does seek
to one day take me
I know there will be peace
and the little tremors
of soul will decease
silent, steady like a still pond
will my soul be

There the moon will not walk
like a law in second gear
and death will not stalk
every little child's fear
and the rain will not pour
like the heavens weaving tears
No! There will be peace.

For the heavens did turn!
And I existed.
So shall they turn again
And surely shall I go
To God! The other side!
and gardens.................
where the rivers flow.