Polariods Get Yellow is a collection of original poetry by Catherine M. Harris. It includes such favorites as "God and the 401" and "My Boy". Catherine M. Harris has previously been published by StoryTeller Magazine and was a Judge's Choice winner...
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Heaven hears and doesn't tell Heaven knows your name But dares not speak it Heaven holds a special place For those who love without condition; Must be awfully lonesome there.
For those of us on Earth We look to the sun and the stars To lead us to a special place That rests beyond the horizon.
At night we look to the moon Coldly white and silent Seems almost close enough to touch Yet never quite, It's all just an illusion As we stand beneath the autumn wind Longing for it anyhow - I wonder.
The spirit seeks just what it needs No matter how far or How long it takes And foolish thing, It thinks that humans Can play the game of fate and dreams And understand its message.
Do you hear it in the whisper of the wind? Do you sing along with it As its music plays along the shore? Will you dance with it, inside As it waltzes on the waves?
How I wish we all could be as children Free as the spirit takes us; Hold a hand because it's there Sing, because there's music somewhere Dance because the moment needs it Kiss because there's lips that want it Laugh, for who knows why - let them wonder - Cry, because a tears must fall To wash away the pain.
Heaven lives in all of us Sometimes, I wonder why.
