Jannah

Many on this earth remain questioning their desires,

Yearning to know if it can be fulfilled

To know when will it come and how long it will stay

Some of these desires disappear as it fades into  making the grass greener for they are not meant to have them

With that the fuel of the fire is set to a blaze of pain which seems everlasting

A fuel so strong that bridges get burnt not in bits but in wholes never  to be completed

Do they not hear the hearts being cracked harder than the wood that is added to their fuel?

Can they not see those who have a spirit of a dandelion floating in the nights desperate to find comfort.

Never do they seem to understand one's tears unless their truth is written in their mirror

Alas they walk everyday with light hearts sometimes never knowing how much of a vile wisher they had been

There are some that do not know

They wake and step in the presence yet they never say the name aloud

Some scream silently the name as their hearts were worn proudly on their sleeves

Others could  have not said the name but remember the beauty behind the essence

That never put an end of burning the tree that were too old to have an age

A tree that grew too much to ever have an end

For now both the virtuous and lost pain ridden souls have gone erased the silver line

Yet even with the line some stepped beyond backwards with screamers forgetting their beginning

Even so with these actions, they can all come back or not so could have been guided on a diverse path that's as beautiful as the one they took from birth

Silver as their greats, had left their footprints on that were printed in cement for the next to not only see but follow

Bronze as the hearts that have been guided back by the ones who are now in this place where the leaves are made of gold

In this place where the fruits that fall are ever so pure  still sink in the waters where the boats sail to a destination where buildings  resembles Italy to some but not all 

Where the ones can feel the warmth of the night as the sight of something close to home bring their hearts ablaze

Their hearts though no longer with a beat  still  have the ability to distinguish the ache from the victories  though they may soak in these rivers for a chance to scrub their scars gained from the existence they led

Though no breath can be released any longer the doors of creation can be opened if the wish is uttered

The doors are not the ordinary ones, though they open and close to any room

The room is not something one can walk into for they can not change it

If they try to  do so the fabrics will be torn even if it mends the soul

Yet in these rooms the interior will be secure

With the people who were once too far in reach

With the things that were let go of to reach the height of the stars even if it shot them on the inside

With the things that came through the selfish desires even the ones here have

Jannah not only for the selfless

For they are not entirely clean, even with waterfalls drenching them it still can't soak the insides

The question is not why but how

How can they be a selfish wisher and meet where desires are reality fueled by them if equality is in all if the truth is entwined with the things so perfectly corrupt so perfectly spun where it is

All enveloped in an astral plane that writes beautifully using the clouds to spell the words so fulfilling that could only come from the depths of the undefined

Depths of that entwines the polars of it all to form places, to form the little things that get people through the hardest nights

Jannah the part that people can hold on to in this darkness

The part that any can have with just open arms

The part any can keep  them from stepping backwards from the invisible line

Many on this earth question their time here

Ask why we took more from others if it suffocated our freedom

What gave them the right to own our privilege

Why do we dive into the internally trenching acts when at times all we can do is scream

For definition?

For a safe place from the cruelty of the ashes that surround the words that are burnt into the hearts of those who are lost?

To salvage what they lost or never seem to attain

To salvage what they held onto during their hardest nights

Jannah

A place where a stream of inclinations are golden

Jannah

A place where the perfect do not come for there is no such soul that walks like so

Its for the ones with their  sometimes tattered minds with intentions that made the love enter with it coming to live for another

To make the polars come together in a way where both places are beautiful

Jannah

Conjured by things that can not be explained fully but at the same time needs no justice for it's more than the illuminance

Jannah