For what, a place to be yet to exist.
Pardons lay, bark, and twist.
A silver way and amber gray.
The words of mother missed.
Woes and troubles gone.
Ascend the way on.
No longer worried about what can be gone.
A white out so.
Yet to see farther, top a throne.
Judgement last, so long to mist.
Lovers embrace and families no longer remiss.
Places a plane yet a thought to creative promise.
All dreams here are brought from loss.
I watch as other struggle.
Waiting for there turn to become which we seek, immortal.