Beyond the yellow and black clouds
And into the red sky.
Silver archangels guide and guard me on through.
Its sort of like my dreams mixed in with my thoughts of reality.
Does not seem real at all.
But I cannot tell you how much beauty there is as I am looking and flying by these archangels.
Their wings have every color that exist.
Beyond the red skies and into the blue, there is a floating island with a clear pool of water.
As I stand before the pond I see in the reflection of the water that I am also one of these archangels.
The others all kneel and have a drink of the water.
I do the same.
I look like them and they look like me.
They then go toward the edge of the island and stand and wait.
The outer rims of heaven.
