My Dream Vacation

All do long for short reprieve From labor harsh that burdens them. Some dream of beaches, vast and wide, Some dream of forests, dense, to hide. Where do I desire mine own? I fear that few may understand - I dream of streets that shine so bright Laid o'er with gold, oh what a sight! I dream of gates that each are pearls Whose pure white sheen my eyes will see - I dream of mansions, countless there Each one designed in perfect flair. This place will not need sun or moon To light the paths of visitors, Why? The light that fills this place Comes straightly from the lamb, His face. Oh by the way, when I do leave My rest will not be short and done. My rest will be forevermore To spend upon that golden shore!