Glorious…

Somewhere beyond the grave, Beyond the clouds,
Beyond the stars,
Beyond the galaxies,
There is a place that so far I can only dream of.
A place where only the good may roam.
I cannot see it,
I cannot hear it,
But I can taste it,
I can feel it,
I believe in it.
This is the place where we are all destined to go,
Yet how we conduct ourselves in this lifetime may stop us from reaching.
Whether we all make it,
All my loved ones and I,
I do not yet know,
But some secrets are to be kept,
As we are unable to fully comprehend them as yet.
I trust in it,
And hopefully one day I will see it,
Make it,
Reach it,
Meet all of my loved ones there,
From the past,
My future,
And present,
And spread my wings.
It will be glorious.

Time Knows…

Is it the end,
When the clock stops,
Or do we just descend into a new beginning?
They say that lightyears of time came before us,
And lightyears of time will continue on after us.
Time is not ours to bargain with,
More complex then we are lead to believe.
With the need of power,
And a sense of control,
Man made the clock,
A system unbreakable,
As solid as a rock,
But what happens when the hands of time malfunction,
And the tick tock and chimes are no more,
When the inhalation and exhalation of our breath stops?
When promise is ceased?
When the heat of the sun transcends into ice cold?
When fluidity turns solid?
Eye’s close,
Followed by customery worms meat or air pollution.
If there is no tomorrow,
What have we got!?
Nothing is more powerful then time,
In line with the sun,
Moon,
And sea,
But science suggests that even they don’t have immortality!
Time may help us anchor,
But it will never be a prisoner,
To you or me,
Time answers to no one,
The grand master of eternity,
Existing to the realms of infity,
And the only knowing,
Of how long that might actually be!
As the tea lights in the sky no longer exist,
I expect we shall cohabit like this,
At the end.