There is no heaven of glory bright.
A dream that passed,
the dreamer woke.
Like ships adrift,
hoping to run aground.
A rude awakening,
bringing sense to life.
Small glimpses of light in a sea of abiding sorrow,
like whispers among deafening screams...
life is a great indulgence,
Death is a great absence.
Earth verse is an inferno,
all will have their bitter share.