Ti'll I awake at Dawn

The place beyond time

A cold wind hits me,

like an open window on a mountain trip

in which my eyes are close

so I miss the paradise.

I hear laughter and love for miles to come.

What is this thing that many claim but few have?

I'm afraid that opening my eyes in such a place is difficult to be done,

for too many sins I've committed to pass.

Yet I hear a voice say,

a fortune of forgiveness over you I've dropped

so don't worry about what you have done.

Now gone on, your eyes open up.

And they open.

And what I see was something that I only saw in dreams,

something that is impossible for man

unless that man to a holy grave falls.

I was where Earth and space are one,

where country and states that fight themselves are one.

Where there is peace during time of war,

and sun when the heaviest rains drop.

This place of which I speak is not beyond death itself,

for we see it every day, yet we ignore the beauty that by itself it brings.

Tis a place where we see all those things that we fought against and for.

That place of which I speak can be touched by any creature that a purpose has.

This place of which I speak is the sky,

the place where both fantasy and reality collide.

Now I asked myself that if I could fly,

did this meant that I was dead, or was yet alive.

For me it's still unclear,

so...you decide.