As the whispers of the wind catch my hair
Sticking my feet in the sand something so fair
As my hair blows softly across my face
I walk in such a gentle pace
Looking around to see all the beautiful things around me
Everything is so peaceful to be
I look ahead to see just a pretty light
How can everything be so very bright?
I reach out my hand
Everything for once I understand
As I take each step to this new place
Then I come face to face
Here it come up my fait
I'm now standing at heavons gate
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love it. I hope you get there. Joey