Posted by: Ron DuBour | December 12, 2017

Birds of Paradise~by Fred Tunks



Birds of Paradise

I see shadowy illusions now
Figures in the mist
Terror rules my mortal soul
Buring like a cyste
Narrow is this path I walk
Angels fear to tred
The thinnest wall dividing world’s
‘Tween the living and dead
Mother Mary called to me
Rest safe here in my hands
Nestled to her bosom
Reached not the promised land
All the birds of paradise
Cross an Amber sky
I have no sense of were I am
I hear no children cry
Could this be heaven
Help me now
Quest of many dreams
Is everything I see and
Exactly as it seems?

Written by
Fred Tunks
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