Beyond All, Of Heaven's Tears. Poem by Michael Gale

Beyond all, of Heaven's tears...
In skies many voices sigh
A long list of prayers and fears.

Crying heard of children's voices...
For all innocent happily, many, rejoices.

Clouds rolled by, those not known...
Nothing more, nothing-shown.

For all who succumb, to one's, whom seem, divine...
Nothing accentuated, only, stunned-sublime.

Alas, tears flow freely, streaked in line....
Through perseverance, only-by it's only, design.