Heaven

Standing at the gate of heaven am i,

Like the puckish cloud floating in the sky.

My mind, horsed upon the sightless air,

Is wondering when angels will take me there.

The picture of heaven that’s in my eyes,

The ethereal beauty of paradise,

To feel its warmth with the touch of my hand,

Like the cherubim of this Utopian land.

Where iridescent flowers will laugh with me,

And the sightless wings will set me free,

I’ll hop an’ skip around with birds,

Feeling the joy that transcends words.

Angels on their blessed harps will sing

I’ll dance to their tunes and feel the spring.

Breeze will fill with laughter this place

And tears of bliss will kiss my face.

The shells left behind as the sea retreats,

I’ll collect, while the waves caress my feet.

Standing on the rock I’ll watch the horizon,

As the water turns gold by the rays of sun.

This is my cradle, my place of birth

Of holy joys, here is no dearth.

Here will I return and forever stay,

When Night’s final curtain ends my Day.