On wings of doves
she flew,
with her loves…
as promised on faith,
some day we may
have a talk,
to learn the way
to paradise.
What its like
and how to claim,
the wonder waiting…
beyond the rise,
of clouds and rainbows,
created by…
a million sighs.
Of dreams and passions,
thrown to the heavens,
sprinkling earth
from the skies,
like tiny raindrops overhead,
meant to fulfill
our deepest desires.
We know the gate
is by death itself,
but to cry and wail,
is lacking grace,
as has been told
through the ages,
images we hold…
Love, light and peace
Just waiting there
at the end…
of heaven’s stairway.
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