HEAVENLY LAUGHTER/ Walking with the Vain Cattle/ Amal Islim Copyright © 2009 All Rights Reserved

June 3, 2011 - PRLog -- I can still hear your laughter in my wake, and can still feel us move and dance.
You put my heart at stake, from the first glance. Those golden eyes, hearts, they did break; lovers didn’t stand a chance. You were a divine friend, and a true brother, not like any other, so kind, yet, gracefully you pranced. How I grieved you, you know that! I wept till the constant trance. I thought my sorrow would never die, and why advance?
The ache now is waving goodbye, as I dreamt of you in heaven enhanced. For all the joy you gave to the world, with an open heart without a why! Escorted by a jubilant light, shied even the south of France.
When with you, my world was complete, in any land. We crossed bridges, traditions and seas; trust in hand. Live today as if there is no tomorrow, we used to say. Come to us life, come what may! We played, laughed, shared, and loved, yet the sudden arrow of death was lanced.
Oh romantics, how we suffer! We need the perfect, and the forever. God loves you so took you young, where the first best song was sung; then gifted you the ultimate key, but can you still laugh and see?!
Who will call my name now and make it home?! Lonely without you my destiny is.
Who will praise with me a storm?! And see life as an amusing quiz!
Who will lose themselves with me and roam? And around a fire drink a thing with a fizz!
But worry not, my friend, this is sadness not my end. My heart with faith will someday mend.
As the soul of the rose in its perfume is, in its radiance and glow! And the soul of a man in his love is, because in his eyes it shows! And God in heavens with his angels is, some things we just know; and you are now a celestial star, and it is so.
Keep a place for me by your side, O, will you? As I believe in a paradise where you reside;
and by their rules you still don’t abide. When my time has truly come, will you meet me at God’s gate? We still have a heaven’s ride; with angels again we’ll celebrate.
And if life will beat me to become old and grey, smiling wisely yet raddled and frayed; know that I am waiting for the day, to live by you, within the heavenly laughter, your heavenly way.