Morning glory

sunrise beams

colors of softness

highlight pain.

Little by little

the light slips through,

Leaving only bright

—ness.

Then the soul cries

its done…

no more body

only peace,

till the sunset

of a life,

We go on

through days

quickly paced,

when finally departed,

thats the time,

most will realize

its not in space,

but of a certain

perfect haze,

paradise…

or lover’s gaze.

Heaven is what

we treasure most,

Reunion with spirit,

love and grace.