SOUR Grapes......

     

Silence, became your comfort

  Slowly, hatred turned to ice.
  My heart sank when I listened,
  To music playing a distant memory.
  Dancing high above the clouds,
  A rushing saxophone of sweet goodbyes.
  Up above, appeared a glorious light.
  gleaming vibrant songs of praise.
  Gods Kingdom reigns.
  The elders bowed down with gladness.
  Singing the holy one is here.
  That's the way things used to be.
  But they are no more.
  For your sweet passion died.
  inwardly my heart cried
  "what happened.?
  To  the girl I once new.