Heaven's Gate Poem by L MILTON HANKINS

Before the dusk consumed the dark and gloomy day
My soul had readied terrors for the night which lay
Ahead, and promised tortuous hours of sleeplessness
No rest would come; no peace, no happiness.

The best of me was sleeping sound at heaven's gate
Where years, perhaps, she planned to rest and wait
Until a brighter morn I should leave this realm of fears
And wash her golden hair with then my sweetest tears.

Bright morn—a new day born—the sun appears anew
Suggests a new attempt to find the peace I sought through
Copious tears and deep despair, oh pity me, I say
New start, new dreams, new hope, new plans today.

Why despair o'er things I cannot alter in this life
Best live in the sunshine and melt away the strife.