In dreams you walked through vast fields of wildflowers,
While river insects sang their autumn Psalms.
Time like a painted lady butterfly,
At last brought new life to your work worn frame.
Such eloquence was never learned in books,
For it took all your spirit to survive.
If this is Heaven, Friend, may I come too?
The music of your mood is safe with me.
Copyright,2008, Sandra Fowler
Sandra Fowler
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dream-music/
