TO SEE

I dreamt of seeing past my eyes,

Opening them and hearing sighs,

To see such wondrous things appear,

Bold, new, and without any peer,

Things of rapture, and things of hope,

Great things without which we can’t cope,

Wonders beyond all ever thought,

Heavenly pleasures we all sought,

These great delights they do exist,

Embracing heaven, past the mist.

PTR November 5, 2011