An Honest Moment It Is Of You

Trust...a solid bond, an ancient truth carried down through the ages for forever and even into the beyond.  Eternity and the eternal provoke thought and despite the pain, i am accepted.  I feel calm and want to be great not just for me but for another.   In that, there is hope for a deeper connection like love.  Talking through it all.  A safety years since being felt is the calm and cum I feel again.  Deeper than mountain roots and where the earth connects with the sky there is a place called heaven.  It is a place far off I long to visit, sunlit and glowing and I wonder on it's appearance.  Great pillars of stone edged in gold.  Mists of the hearts essence swirl as clouds weaving their way among and within.  As they diminish to fragrant points of light infused with wonder.  Great angels bearded and robed, occupy peaceful space unencumbered by worry rather freed by the ethereal and eternal I long to be beside.  Faces of memory, of joy and sorrow, inhabit this place the solid bodies of an earthly memory, their countenance serene as summertime shadow as cleansing as spring time rain.  Draped in multi-hued tapestries about their shoulders and around their waist woven strands of gold.  Their robes hems do flow as air around my heart warming my interior as nothing else.  And joy, oh sweet joy, to be accepted as is despite pain and fault.  Like I have been cleansed by the spirit of love.  Love, my friend, that many lacquered design and hope and the beginning of a higher calling.