Your eyes.
That's what I think Heaven looks like.
Pure, endless, untouched blue.
Every time I look, I fall deeper;
I take one step closer.
It's a long road to Heaven from Hell.
There's an Angel guiding me, with eyes the blue of Heaven, hair the gold of Paradise, and a smile as white as the clouds that bar the Gates.
The Angel's hand is extended to me.
I'm afraid to take it, it might burn
Or worse, I might make the Angel fall.
His eyes assure me.
Those pure, endless blue orbs, like crystals
Sparkling, full of beauty and mirth.
I beg the Angel to take me to Heaven.
I want to go there with him; I want to be with him.
I don't care if I don't belong in Heaven
As long as I'm with my Angel.
My Angel.
The smile brightens,
The golden hair, like a Halo
And as I whisper one more time:
"My Angel"
The Gates of Heaven open to me.
