He crossed the path one he wanted to
and was able to feel anew
comfort and love surrounded him
no more feelings of blue.
The most he expected was happiness
the least remembering his past
but surprising himself he felt no pain
and hope that this would last.
seeing the clouds of silky white
while floating on a cushion of air
the light was so invitingly sweet
sickly as a sweet ripened pear.
Dropped off gently he looked all around
everything was placed as he dreamed
bright coloured flowers bloomed everywhere
as his face lit up and beamed.
Paradise found a new life beginning
as flashbacks filled his mind
temptation was vivid pictures were real
and everyone was so kind.
No place for hatred racism or war
everything was rose coloured and clear
children playing at every place
not one had a face full of fear.
Nightingales singing in melodic tune
trees whispering lightly in the wind
nothing was caged everything ran free
this was a place free from the sinned.
waking up with a smile on your face
each new day brought with sunshine
this place I now proudly call my home
is full of happiness and love and its mine.
Do you ever wonder what it will be like when we pass away? were we will go? this poem is told from a mans point of view as to what he can expect, it all seems lovely, well lets hope it is, when the time is right.