i.

Yonside the celestial, whereinto ourn
Ability to seest shalt abraid as past day's fade.

ii.

Over with ourn life-time of a wait;

iii.

Accolent being's, praise in song-
We sit as children on living grass,
Tables made for dinner's to last,
As no time wilt pass, noone shalt be
Late, predestined plates; to never be
Athirst nor hungered.

iv.

Warrior's, King's, Seraphim's, cherub's, angelic shine, O' a place
To wonder.

v.

Thou to be mine yellow rose, me to be thine chaperone on the streets of gold; feet being led by the spirit of old, with God on his throne; in the
Holy city wherein love is the
Greatest command.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedicated ( agapi mou)