A Bridge Of Heaven

As many bushes and branches was covered, very narrow

and wide, bunch of railroad tracks was rolling and rolling

like the soundly sound, it could've be graveled dust rust

sandy sands, filled with tiny little big rocks and stones

anyplace, it smells like pine wood and oak wood paint to

paint, very strong indeed and within, few and couple and

dozen of angels were flying into and onto the bridge of

heaven, how warm and cozy in afterlife, the ghostly train

come and came suddenly, upon the bridge was smooth

and foreword and toward, it floats up to the sky high and

highest, the bridge of light and flight what a sight, it began

the night and tight together, the bridge of spirit, the bridge

of happiness and hope, let the bridge to heal, the bridge of

white fluffy clouds were appeared in the clear and pleasant

sky of love and honor and encouragement

Written by

Michael James Brindley

3-22-15