Beyond Life

April 19, 2010
The grains of sand within an hourglass fall,
the last dwindles as if the world itself is frozen.
the soul is tempted by the angels call,
a journey to heaven fate has chosen.

eyes flutter shut in a pallid face
and lips turn to ice with a broken sigh.
It's time to find that sacred place,
a shrouded haven in the sky.

imagine fields of scented grass
and blossoms that never wilt.
the water clear as the finest glass
and a sun as bright as a golden hilt.

the end of life brings with it hope
a dream, a wish, beyond our scope

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