The Light Among Other Lights shines down and gathers every willing sound.
Where the soul is taken up; into skies from the majesty is taken aback.
At the Sight of Sights, and the Sound of Sounds, swinging this way at that.
Where the mind gets coated in gold, and sat up high. Among others, awaiting their loved ones inside.
Where the soul gathers with other souls; there is music in the air, and there is, “The Air Most Breathable”, shrouded within this endless lair.
Where for once in your life, free is free with no strings attached.
Like a new man born again, are we happy few free and newly hatched.
Here, there is only light, that shines upon us. There is no darkness, no cold interior, or violence.
Just beauty, in the form of The Ever-Watching Iris.