Is what I touch...so very real?
What...how do I feel?
Of which I have given away...
Saved for another, endless day.

I wanted

How do you do?

The old man asked

Me? I guess I'm fine

Do I need a ticket here?

I don't see a line

Well my dear

The old man said

Things

Heaven Bound

When my steps grow weary

And I long for home,

When miles are behind me

And I wish not to roam,

You'll guide

"The Lengthy Confession"

"Welcome , all, to Heaven's Gate
I'm the keeper here, Saint Peter
For those who never went to church-
I'm

Call of Paradise

Bright lights encompass me

As my life’s candle fades.

A final lullaby encourages me

Along the trodden