My spirit fuses with the ether;
subtle life force currents
stilled
amidst an atmosphere
canvassed entirely with azure,
high above the clouds.
Through the years
I dreamt of the angelic path
resisting an early end
I lasted throughout
the fog of anguish,
now remnants of my life
linger within the haze
below.

Levitating in a hovering state
of weightlessness;
no limbs, joints nor blood
or prisoning wraiths,
away from the shame
of the neurotic pain
high above the clouds.
Times of farewell
I whispered
to my love and all
who beseeched me to stay
Goodbye,
now fields of energy
forged in time, remaining
below.

Illuminating golden specks;
rays thrown from a seraph
pierce through me
collecting memories
cleansing doubts
of the life just lived,
exempted from a past
sorrowfully burdened,
now freedom in an abode
high above the clouds.
Those bright spears
carry all ties to past life
back into that earthly maze
of pain and torment
Ever to
remain
Below.