Where is Heaven?

WHISPERS of heavenly death, murmur’d I hear;

Labial gossip of night—sibilant chorals;

Footsteps gently ascending—mystical breezes, wafted soft and low;

Ripples of unseen rivers—tides of a current, flowing, forever flowing;

(Or is it the plashing of tears? the measureless waters of human tears?)

 

I see, just see, skyward, great cloud-masses;

Mournfully, slowly they roll, silently swelling and mixing;

With, at times, a half-dimm’d, sadden’d, far-off star,

Appearing and disappearing.

 

Walt Whitman

 

a late spring storm hit our shores recently so i braved it and took my camera

 

fiveprime.org/blackmagic

 

 

Done