But O' how far away thy Heaven's?
That drift in between
Each Ethereal cloud
Hiding or concealing it's location
Behind a velvet cereulan shroud?
The azure blue in this coverlet
Makes a statement divine to thy will
Upon thy lace of heaven's doorstep
God wait's for His children still
Come one, saint or sinner
Admist these divine Pearl clad gates
And tiptoe upon the atmosphere's velvet
So then too, you shall understand
Your God ordained fate
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem