Would you meet me
on the astral plain,
still a poor projection
of the soul and flesh we claim,
sharing only a fraction
of our radiant selves.

See several shades
of black, blue, and grey
knowing that we are showing
similar bruising pains.

Aware that we walked
through separate plains
of searing flames
to make to this place.

Would you meet me
in some spectral place
to truly communicate,
to see starlight  
shimmering in your
very being.

If we both believed
that on some
sweltering summer’s eve
we would finally greet
each other at
heaven’s gate
would you make a date
to sit around and wait.

There is no need to sit
cause I don’t buy
into that *******
but it is nice to daydream
about fantastic
people and things.