He put boats in my sky
And on that day I died
They floated to heaven
As I followed along
Playing sweet music together
Singing their song

The skies were green
And the seas were blue
Where to sail
Only St. Peter knew
My face reflected
In the waves of truth
The clouds broke free
And we fell through

Now we sailed
Past stars and suns
To a place of kindness
A land without guns
The souls were happy
Yet no faces they had
In a boat all alone
Were those who were sad

Nobody wailed
Nobody cried
It was only their feelings of emotion that died
No subjects to speak
No knowledge to gain
We all knew all
And that way it would remain

Was it happiness that we found
In that place void of sound
Or was it an ending to all
The climax of heavens great call

By John E. Becker 4/28/1995