7 t H e a v e n

Walking past fields of greeneries,
I look up to the sky in aspiration,
Endeavoring to catch a glimpse,
Of my dear little sunset.

You were nearly gone astray
Scarf up by the majestic clouds,
In time I swiftly reached out my
long faithful friend,
And quickly procured images
of your unscathed rays..
No beauty could define your
amorous warmth on my pity face..


Tomorrow, I yearn too catch you more!
You may be hidden by clouds and chills
of winds,
yet your presence satisfies my soul.

Anguish ness fall, Faith arises,
in the very journey to breathe in life
to the oceans that waves by,
to the wind that dances through,
and to the sun that glistens upon,
may the heavens shelter upon
the dream of our own.