Is this heaven?

9th May 2012


Embroiled in my own silent reverie I walk among the clouds
No pain or guilt just peace a blanket of feathered plums
I walk with head held high my pace defined and sturdy 
Memories are stained from yesteryears soils

No tomorrows to fear or yesterdays to reproach 
Fear replaced by strength. Condemnations to approval, hate to love
War to peace, 
All my fortunes a clear tunnel ahead.
I am ready to believe in a higher being, I am ready to appease my shame
The good lord has allowed my soul to be cleansed in the lake of crowns
My past forgiven and accepted, my future whole and clean
I have to return from whence I came to mortal man 
The earth is a richer place than we will ever know
Heaven is a place of beauty bestowed with love and honour
No one judges what has been done; no one will avert his or her eyes as you turn
All are equal no kings or queens, no presidency or palace no prime ministers lair
No colour or creed, no higher or low, just souls who come together
Learning to live with love and compassion for all who have arrived 
Children run with autonomy and smiles even the ones who were beaten, are beguiled
I am sad I have to return leave this special sacred land returning to another life
Maybe rebirth will be better this time the tunnel has light as I slowly make my way
I hear the sounds of the people who will make me theirs today 
Once more born once more a time to be strong I hope this time 
They will want me to belong.

(C) SW 2012

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