Heaven Smiles Upon My Spirit Jonathan Rosales Heaven smiles upon my spirit
Enclaves of angels hovering
Anchors, no longer there
Vast expanse of cream colored pillows
Encased in an envelope of light
Now I’m free, I’m free

Silky clouds are my robes
Milky white, pristine glow
Indigo field, our playground
Lying there, serenely
Everything in solace
Surrounded in amber glow

Uttered prayers I now hear
Pleas I’ve once uttered myself
Over and over until I moved on from my
Neurotically built cages of my naïve arrogance
Melted away by the celestial light deprived in life
Yearning and desire now gone

Slowly I grow wings
Pale white feathers carry me
Into the arms of immortality
Realizing the truth
In my lonely life of searching
This must be my heaven