Green grass that does not make me itch.
Rain that does not flood the living.
There where cancer remains a word.
Where pain is forgotten,
and "abuse" is a paragraph I have never heard.
My eyes blinded with innocence.
No deceit and need for prayer.
In Heaven, already there.
Drowning in nothing but love.
No longer gasping for breath in this world.
Peacefully asleep in a gold cloud of hay.
There, please let me be already there.
