My feet become kin to this chlorophyll floor
Blue air gaped in my lungs
One can see how the heart becomes attached
To what we swore we’d never call home

Though the weight of promised gold doesn’t equate
To a few blades of grass
Too soon we will see
The riches we have
So frivolously passed

****** and desolate earth
Oh so beautifully cold
The merging of an endless light to the old

The King’s gates beckon
All hearts will be reckoned

At the end
At the last