mortal

Death take me by the hand, can we exchange Ecstasy by mutual command, I have Nothing to fear from earthly fire, the strange Heat from heaven’s sun hunts for those still alive. I smuggled a mirror into heaven to Reflect my new form to those grieving on Earth. The wind embraces a pauper’s grave, few Will trace or ever pave history to a stones Inscription. I have been told God sleeps and Dreams about death, angels only exist when he Wakes, rarely. How I did not understand Money made begging- brought dreams poverty. Here sleep does not exist, I no longer Dream, visions of my earthly state linger.