Heaven must be like this?
I asked my alterego,
Heaven must be
Wrapping me around this beautiful mist?
This birth to be imprinted,
This life to write leafy life so scented,
This journey to soul mirroring a lamp,
This glittering sky where stars shine eternal,
This karmatic pen writing always a mind,
This discovery of a rivery flow of a kind,
As the sky spread
She her winged life...
So peace laden,