An Unknown Heaven

The heart stops and fight for life ends. A floating soul no longer fantasies fate. A sunset in small steps slipping into infinity raucous grief sinking in black funeral cloaks. Lustre of tears, O loved ones, in white beach boreal air rustle, drifting away a gold carriage long bristles of grass, blankets velvet moss a blue night sky galvanized in whorls of light in an array of alabaster snow of white clouds like prophesies of poet, pigments of painter repose in photonic sepia, a path to paradise glimmering in spring flowers, the pearly gate. Is this the elysium field... where a rosary of magical blueberries bubble? Is this the perfect Xanadu... where dancing stars can hold the moon forever ? Is this the sanctuary where souls awake from their siesta of mortal desires ? Is this the place where we get to see God? But only a serene subterranean invisible river I see through an unknown nonplussed neon light. No pantheon of Gods, no perpetual pleasure Just a grandeur glimpse of an old couple... holding hands, smiling at what life had given Unheralded I enter the seven colored heaven. 25th May 2020 Sponsor Regina Riddle Contest Name Heavens