Detached from mortal's pain and sin allure
I wish to be; content with life and pure.
Of these humble desires I wished aloud
To the wind, then up high, my eye caught a cloud.
A-rest a cloud exists no burning pain,
Only sunshine and breeze above the rain.
While low men curse the world with scornful cry
I'll be resting far up high, floating by.
To lay on whitest sheet and softest bed
While seeing all the world our God hand formed
Is doubtless man's greatest dream, so I've read.
Worrieless I drift. Of "Man," unconformed.
My days are but a passing summer thought,
My nights are but a showcase of the stars.
My world, nothing less than Paradise caught,
My house is just a step from heaven's bars.
While men strive for love and life evermore,
I'll be waiting to greet them at the door.
Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 7:47 PM UTC
Detached from mortal's pain and sin allure
I wish to be; content with life and pure.
Of these humble desires I wished aloud
To the wind, then up high, my eye caught a cloud.
A-rest a cloud exists no burning pain,
Only sunshine and breeze above the rain.
While low men curse the world with scornful cry
I'll be resting far up high, floating by.
To lay on whitest sheet and softest bed
While seeing all the world our God hand formed
Is doubtless man's greatest dream, so I've read.
Worrieless I drift. Of "Man," unconformed.
My days are but a passing summer thought,
My nights are but a showcase of the stars.
My world, nothing less than Paradise caught,
My house is just a step from heaven's bars.
While men strive for love and life evermore,
I'll be waiting to greet them at the door.
