Dreams Of Life's Closed Eyes Poem by Patrick Czyz

I went to the Promised Land;
There was not an ounce of gold,
Nor was there any wealth of that type.
Indeed, it was only a green plain,
In which lay a water giving blue lake.
Falcons flew above, Lions roamed below;
Together, peaceful harmony was formed.
Nothing aged, nothing died, nothing withered.
No hunger was found: nor any thirst needed.
There was only day, for night never ruled.
Light shone without end, for its Sun never aged.
I, being human, did not understand all of this.
And it was only till I returned;
My heart was cleared and my eyes opened.
But in that other World, they were closed.