Phantom Flashes

Soft Phantom Flashes,
Flying through the air.
Across my vision moving,
In drapes the heavenly wear.

Flashing through the infinite,
Seen only by the eyes.
Angels move in white attire,
All across the skies.

White blotches move,
Like something seldom seen.
Moving slowly there apart,
Their fluffy strands to preen.

Like apparitions standing still,
Then softly sliding past.
On waves of broken solitude,
On lines that do not last.

So soft the phantom fetes,
With clouds that re-appear.
Heaven's holy resting place,
Abounding soft and sheer.


E.P. 1908 - 1989