From The Lab

A Seat Amongst The Clouds

I wish for a place in the cloudy skies,
Where the sun never rests and the moon doesn't sleep,
For definitive proof how I feel inside,
For a Lord is my shepherd, and I a lost sheep.
A place in the stars, of family and friends,
Of long lost loves, and short term kin,
With ambrosia flowing, the songs never end,
And pleasure subsides when another begins.
To finally feel peace in its purest of forms,
(The heart cannot hide, here in the secrets of flesh),
And knowing my body was used up and worn,
I made the most of my days before death.
I wish for the place where I truly belong,
Where shame and the such could never exist,
And the soul does right having known of the wrongs,
With freedom of choice and a pervasive bliss.