The sky such a delicate shade of red,
A crow calls above as he flies overhead,
The silence around me,
Is soothing somehow,
I think of you always,
I think of you now,
My thoughts, never stop turning
Around and around,
I'm longing to know,
That you're safe and sound,
I'm missing you so,
And I need you today,
But there's nothing,
That i can do or say,
For the angels have taken you,
To their beautiful home,
And heaven does not have a telephone,
My longing to see you,
To hear you once more,
Is driving me mad,
For I need you so,
Wherever you are,
Just think of me,
For I'll think of you through eternity.
Jayne Louise Davies
This form of communication needs no telephone. A loving write, Jayne!
Heaven does not have a telephone, very good line, but has it been disconnected from above?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice reflection of eternal love, platonic in nature.