Heaven

There is a place called tomorrow;
and we will all reach it someday;
on its wisdom we all can borrow;
for tomorrow was yesterday.

There is a future called yesterday;
and also; a today called tomorrow;
in heaven, yesterday will stay that way;
and today is the burial plot of sorrow.

For it is high time we say, “enough”;
have the strength to draw this conclusion;
although to do so will be quite tough;
for time, itself, is just an illusion.

Heaven is a wondrous world of thought;
filled with roses without thorns.
A world where what is; is what ought;
healthy feet, all devoid of corns.

Perfection is to be expected there;
it’s whatever is on your mind.
beings surrounding you really care;
and cruelty has learned to be kind.

When love becomes the lens of sight;
and compassion becomes its sound;
all are encompassed in a perfect night;
and peace be eter ally found.

Flowers of Eden you will be touching;
where invisible birds still sing;
a place where you will require nothing;
and nothing is everything.