Nothing to hear but the slightest echo of lake flowing below birds rising from sleep, the sun rises not surprising life with its light but strange enough.. It’s sound of its huge shape rising as though its climbing a net of bright clouds
The touch of nothing but comfort beyond the limit of comfort it self, I rise not from sleep but back as hours of only twin moons and crystal stars flew letting the night into a revival light for the dead soul letting the path of Angels and clouds walk from sky to the soft green surrounding me. . .
Me – ” .. Wh.. what? ..?”
Me – “What’s .. Going on? Why is it so cold out here mam?”
“YOU’RE LOSING TOO MUCH BLOOD! YOU’RE HEARTS SHOWING!!!”
Me – ” .. It doesn’t belong in this world”
– Kmantraptap – What could possibly happen when men meet heaven?